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[at_heart]

You called me, so my guess is you know who I am. But I'm busy, so leave a message, or whatever.

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[at_heart]

[ He's nodding, but he chuckles when he sees the bowl. Little head jerk to indicate where, as he says, ]

You can set it down over there.

[ Dough's good now, so he sets it aside, too, and rinses his hands. ]

[featherbeaned]

It needs to rest now, yeah?

[ Sets down the bowl, and - ]

[ casually leans against him, hi ]

[at_heart]

Yeah, we can chill it...

[ But now he's being leaned against. A blink, turning to look at her, but after a beat he gives her a slow smile. ]

Hey, there.

[featherbeaned]

Oooh, I was right.

[ She doesn't move, perfectly content to make herself comfy right where she is. ]

[at_heart]

Yeah, it's usually a good step whenever you're trying to do something with dough... helps it hold its shape a little better.

[ Well, how's he supposed to get the dough into the fridge if you're leaning lke that, though. ]

[featherbeaned]

I was talking more 'bout how comfy you are to lean against, but that's true as well.

[ She unleans, though, to take the dough ]

[at_heart]

[ —A startled laugh. ]

Oh, yeah? I'm not too bony or anything?

[ Spoiler alert, this is why he prefers his partners not to be too skinny. ]

[featherbeaned]

Nahhhh. You're just right!

[ Into the fridge goes the dough, Tea's ears wiggling happily all the while ]

[at_heart]

[ —And he was doing such a good job, but dammit, staring. Catches himself after a minute and redirects his gaze firmly to the ceiling. ]

Cool.

[ But he absolutely sounds as distracted as he is. ]