Smiles and all, she couldn’t help but lift her eyebrow at Victor’s flustered behavior.
“‘No ‘what’?” Clarice asked curiously. She continued talking with her mouth full, and tapped the tall man a second time along his oblique muscles.
“Are you getting tired of playing Stab-Game? Usually, you’ll say ‘that ain’t where the kidneys are, girlie!’, or you’ll fake die and go all ‘Blaagh! Aaagh, ya’ got me! Punctured lung from between the ribs!’ Well…I guess with everything going on, maybe it’s not such a good time to act silly. Or you’re probably just thinking of some other game you want to show me…”
She swallowed and groaned by how utterly delicious the food was, oblivious to a disturbing fact: one of the crucial ingredients of hollandaise sauce was the very thing she had an allergy for.
“That’s AMAZING!” Clarice cheered and wiped the corner of her mouth. She licked her finger clean and squealed again.
“Wow, that just tastes incredible!” One glance towards Remy standing by the stove was all she needed to see as evidence to assume the obvious. “Did he make these for you? That's so...thoughtful."