"I'm just heading you off at the pass before you can rib me for not thanking you," Avery replies with a shrug, then stops and grins as he sets his bowl down, looking far too amused with himself. "Pun unintended."
His fingers linger on the spoon, but finally he lets it go. He's full, no matter what his body seems to say.
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His fingers linger on the spoon, but finally he lets it go. He's full, no matter what his body seems to say.