[She stuffs the last of the sandwich into her mouth as he rustles through the cabinet, then licks her fingers clean.]
Oops, sorry love. I had a wee craving for a midnight fix, though...[This all said with her customary heavy Irish accent. Her eyes linger a bit on the Winnie the Pooh pants, and apparent lack of shirt while his back is turned, then her brow raises in appreciation.] ...it seems I'm not the only one.
[She looks guiltily, and a bit longingly, at the...3rd...sandwich she'd made and pushed to the side. Looking at him again she tried to assess how po-ed he was, and if it could be assuaged by a peace offering in the form of a ham and pepperoni sandwich with all the fixings.]
Teehee
Oops, sorry love. I had a wee craving for a midnight fix, though...[This all said with her customary heavy Irish accent. Her eyes linger a bit on the Winnie the Pooh pants, and apparent lack of shirt while his back is turned, then her brow raises in appreciation.] ...it seems I'm not the only one.
[She looks guiltily, and a bit longingly, at the...3rd...sandwich she'd made and pushed to the side. Looking at him again she tried to assess how po-ed he was, and if it could be assuaged by a peace offering in the form of a ham and pepperoni sandwich with all the fixings.]