”I don’t know. I’ve just heard it from movies.” Jack said with a shrug as he picked up the knife and fork, picked up a strawberry, and used it to help him cut through the pancake by piercing the same fork into the soft fluffy delictables.
“Oh there are many photos of me with braces on..”
“Canf I seef dem?” she asked, looking over at him with her fork in her mouth, chewing around her food. She blushed, taking the fork out and swallowing.
“M-my kid photos?” he asked, blushing slightly. Well, she’d seen one but it was hardly a happy one. He swallowed some pancakes, giving a shrug. “I, I guess. But that means I get to see one of yours…?” Jack asked, since it would only be fair now wouldn’t it?
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