“So the cookies won’t tide you over?” She huffed and put down her book. “Is spaghetti good enough for your highness?”
“You know how much I eat, so no cookies aren’t going to work out. And psh, I didn’t think cooking dinner for your boyfriend was that terrible.”
“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.”
