[Even if he tried to stop loving her, Mother would simply teach him that keeping up this adorable little crush of his is far better for him.]
Oh, you.
[She playfully waves the compliment off, taking his hand and guiding him - or, perhaps she's dragging him, she can't really tell anymore - towards the kitchen, a plate of double chocolate chip cookies cooling on the benchtop.]
Go on. Eat up, but don't spoil dinner. I'm making roast.
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Oh, you.
[She playfully waves the compliment off, taking his hand and guiding him - or, perhaps she's dragging him, she can't really tell anymore - towards the kitchen, a plate of double chocolate chip cookies cooling on the benchtop.]
Go on. Eat up, but don't spoil dinner. I'm making roast.