#reshelldential

( ( happy pal-entines Ik I messaged you last night but I’m gonna say it again bc you deserve all of the love and this is the perfect day to remind you how loved and adored you are. Thank you for existing and just being you, lulu ))

Her fingers reach to gently pinched one of his chubby cheeks, her expression shifting into something more playful as she coo’s at him. “You’re just so… ugh, unbearably cute. Like a little potato—yes, a potato!” She giggled. “But not just any potato. You’re one of those perfectly golden ones—crispy on the outside, soft and fluffy on the inside. My favourite, naturally.”

Her laughter bubbled up as she cupped his face between her hands, squishing his cheeks with playful affection, completely unfazed by any protests he might have managed. “Hatinok hamatok sheli,” she murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before finally letting him go. “You are everything good in this world and so much more. My little sunshine potato.”

She bit back the urge to fuss over him further, knowing full well that her doting might be wearing on his patience, even if he’d never dare say it out loud. But how could she help herself? The pride she felt for the man he had become was beyond immeasurable, and she would take every chance to show it.

“I hope you know that, because if you ever forget, you can count on me to remind you—again and again, a hundred times if I must.”

Annnnd- so begins the smothering which wouldn't even be a word without the 'mothering' part. "Now, Ma-" He has a brave face on for it, hands folded and smoothing down his lap at the bunched up seams of a corral trimmed robe. Though there's not much bravery can solve against a pinched and pulled cheek. "Ma !" A protest cut short when she starts waxing poetic about the ancestors of cheese fries.

"...those also happen to be- well...lumpy. You think I'm lumpy ??"

So begins another round of smoothing like that'll help the so-called lumps. Eyes as golden as her potatoes cross inwards to the spot she pecks, the feather in his cap practically as alert as a startled cat's tail.

It's only once she restrains herself does he clap talons on either cheek like guards against more pinching and the flush of sunshine spreading heat throughout his face and a squiggle of a sheepish smile.

"Yeppers- I know. It's really not necessary, mind you, but...I know."

“Oh, you ~“ He gives a casual flip of his hand, as if he’s not already well aware of these things. “You flatter me.” He grins, leaning in slightly. 'Please, do keep going.'

“ This is coming from the most Abel-utely charming person I know.”

"Well you are the straighter of us, apparently- so that would make me... a flatter you." Height-wise anyway. If they're not counting the hat, that is. A stifled snort finds its way out through a gap in teeth as the request slides so seamlessly without effort that its shameless nature seems far more muted than it is. "I invoke the 'to be continued' clause." And the offer comes with a playful bump between shoulder-lines.

@reshelldential

"See there ~ my posture doesn't have a horse in this race. A miniature pony, maybe."