“Are you going to expire in the time it takes for the pasta to cook?” Reaching out, she ruffled his hair before getting up. “Because if so, cookies.”
“I just might. It’s gonna be touch and go,” he said, crumpling up the empty cookie bag after he had used his speed to eat them all. “What cookies.”
She glanced back and spluttered a laugh. “Oh, Pietro. You’re going to eat me out of house and home.”
