"Wouldn't you, since I'm obviously the most handsome guy you know? Duh. Come on, are you calling me a liar? That's not how you get men to like you, you know." He kept going on. "But anyway, I just made that up, soβ hey!"
Gojo's grin vanished as he exclaimed at the sight of her blatant theft. How could she? "These are all limited edition flavors! I didn't get to try that one yet..." Pout on his lips, he slumped back in his chair, hidden eyes on the cookie in her hand.
"Well? At least tell me how it tastes. Was it worth committing a crime?"
That pout on his lips only added to the sweetness of the cookie. Her eyes moved between the cookie, his face, back to the cookie, savouring the bite she had taken.
"Mmm..." she hummed, swallowing her bite and leaning back in her chair. "With Cookies this good, I think I'll survive without men likin' me" she practically purred at the treat, a lazy grin tugging at her lips.
"Although..." She held the cookie up between two fingers, inspecting it like some fine wine critic. "It is a bit sweet." Another bite. "Nice crunch."
Her eyes slid toward him over the rim of the cookie. "Oh, don't gimme that look. Yer six foot somethin', and yer about two seconds away from cryin' over a biscuit." She reached over and poked the center of his forehead. "Dramatic ass." The amusement in her voice softened the insult.
