[Her face flushes, as much as she's trying to ignore the difficulty he's having in keeping a straight face. She flushes even further when it dawns on her that the reason he's having a hard time with it isn't because he wants to laugh at her or her bizarre method of calming herself down. Cautiously, Ryder decides to crack one eye open, then upon seeing that it's apparently safe enough, the other. Huh.
...Maybe after she plucks up enough courage, she'll let him know that there was even a little more left to the poem. For now, she'll just think about how he clearly needs to book dumber clients -- ones like her that got in over their head and had no significant input on the food.]
You -- don't get t-to choose y-your own me-meal? Jerks.
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...Maybe after she plucks up enough courage, she'll let him know that there was even a little more left to the poem. For now, she'll just think about how he clearly needs to book dumber clients -- ones like her that got in over their head and had no significant input on the food.]
You -- don't get t-to choose y-your own me-meal? Jerks.