Megan's eyebrows rose at his good-natured mood, and she smiled curiously, dropping down from her tiptoes to wave up at the St. Patrick sprinkles-less cabinet. She was 99% sure she didn't take them to school, because the St. Patrick's celebration was on Monday, and she would bring all the preparations on Friday, meaning she'd pack them Thursday night, so...
"Have you see my green sprinkles?" she asked, nose scrunched because it was an odd question to ask and...he was wearing those jeans again. Megan's head dropped, chin nearly reaching her collar bone in an utterly baffled expression. She let out a breath and crossed over to him, fingers looping swiftly through the pair of ragged old jeans she'd sworn she'd banished to the rubbish bin two weeks ago.
"Honestly?" she didn't even have to explain her question, Megan was quite sure Jonathan knew what she was asking about.
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