PIppa shakes her head at his sniffing out and consuming of candy on top of the cookies he's already ingested. "I'll never know how you manage to avoid making yourself sick, eating the way you do." It's said with affection and maybe a hint of jealousy as she eyes the chocolates that were in her own stocking. She'll be saving those for much later.
Instead, she plays with a new tube of lipstick, applying it then pressing a kiss to his cheek to leave the soft pink shape of her lips against his skin. "Thank you."
And then she looks a bit sheepish as he holds up the fret board cleaner. "No, you didn't." Pippa's gaze falls on her sleeping puppy. "Mr. Beaker absconded with it and by the time I realized he had it...well..I just pitched it. I'm sorry. I do try to keep him out of your things."
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Date: 2008-12-28 02:21 am (UTC)Instead, she plays with a new tube of lipstick, applying it then pressing a kiss to his cheek to leave the soft pink shape of her lips against his skin. "Thank you."
And then she looks a bit sheepish as he holds up the fret board cleaner. "No, you didn't." Pippa's gaze falls on her sleeping puppy. "Mr. Beaker absconded with it and by the time I realized he had it...well..I just pitched it. I'm sorry. I do try to keep him out of your things."