'My abs are not perfect, Wren' [He then laughed, and looked at him, as he licked his finger, as he listened] 'No way, I'm not helping, I will sit there and watch you cook, and be awesome and then eat the food, and then.. smile and be happy'
They are perfect Tinker. And you can't tell me any different. [Wren laughed nipping at the pad of Tinker's finger] Alright alright, you don't have to help me. You can sit there while I cook for you, though I don't think that counts as you being awesome. But I would like you happy, so the last few you can have.












