Only about halfway through her ice cream, Victoire hopped up onto the counter, swinging her legs and letting her feet bang against the cabinets underneath softly. "Maybe you can just do it for me!" she suggested, laughing. "Then I can go shopping for something more fun than potatoes instead."
She giggled when he almost choked, then pretended to consider his statement and nodded, making a humming noise as she sucked a bit of ice cream off her spoon. "It's all I can do to not rip my clothes off and throw myself at them on a daily basis," she said, barely managing to keep a straight face.