Frances snorts again and leans forward as if to nip his gloved thumb for the gesture, teasing him back. He is very lucky he is endearingly cute or he'd be such a dork. She circled around the two shakes, noting how things smell as an owl and then turns her head completely around to glare at him when he withdraws the shake offer. "You little cheat! You're going to sit there and drink them both with me watching!?" she cried out and marched back and forth indignantly. When he pushes the water to her, she glares back at him. Oh, joy water. Whee! She puts her head against the side of the glass and starts to push it toward Martin. Someone's getting a wet lap.
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