[ When he snorts she grins widely, doing a little spin before falling in step by his side again, hands in her cardigan pockets to match his posture as she wanders idly by his side. Granted there's far more skipping in her step, but she still keeps her pace matching his. ]
So she's been told. Don't be jealous. [ She teases him with a grin, removing a hand long enough to poke his side, and then abruptly grabs his elbow to turn them round a corner to a set of stairs. ] What does he do when he's not opening jars then? Back home.
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So she's been told. Don't be jealous. [ She teases him with a grin, removing a hand long enough to poke his side, and then abruptly grabs his elbow to turn them round a corner to a set of stairs. ] What does he do when he's not opening jars then? Back home.