Rolf chuckled. "Well, I believe I could be convinced to put things out of their proper order for this weekend," he teased in a faux prim voice. "We can get the porridge now and the chocolate later. Or all at once! Anything for my Rosie!" Besides, with her looking at him with that pouting expression, he would admit that he found her terribly hard to resist. Her eyes were just the right shade to really tug at him, not that they wouldn't anyway; this was Rose, after all.
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