Maeve
Ronin can judge all he wants. It isn't going to stop her from trying to flip this pancake like the best pancake flipper to ever flip pancakes. As it turns out, Maeve shouldn't quit her day job. She is not born to be a pancake flipper it seems. Even though it goes terribly wrong, it's still pretty funny and Ronin isn't even mad. That's a win in her book. She laughs, sticking her tongue out at him because she is absolutely a child and he can just deal with it. "Feed that one to Sugar. I bet she'll like it even though it's ugly." It still seems like it'll taste good. Even if it is a little burnt and malformed.
She's still giggling when he pushes her away from the stove, but she doesn't go far. Clearly she's going to continue to cause plenty of trouble. "So you'll help then? Promise?" Maeve asks, arching her brow as she crosses her arms over her chest lightly, leaning against the counter nearby.
She's still giggling when he pushes her away from the stove, but she doesn't go far. Clearly she's going to continue to cause plenty of trouble. "So you'll help then? Promise?" Maeve asks, arching her brow as she crosses her arms over her chest lightly, leaning against the counter nearby.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
