She gave him a wary glance, hesitating with her answer. Man, she hated to ask for things…
“Just get me an apple, at this point I don’t think anything too heavy is gonna agree with my stomach, ok?” She looked away, trying her best to keep her grumpiness up. She would let him take care of her- but she wasn’t going to let it be easy for him. She rubbed the back of her neck, twisting the hair there.
“Re- Keira. You don’t have to eat a full meal but you’re eating more than just one apple. Work with me, Sparkplug.” He sighed, the arm around her shoulder moving up to bat her hand away from her neck. If he wasn’t allowed to, neither was she.
“Otherwise I’ll pick out something myself.” He had a pretty good idea of what she liked - at least, he hoped so.
