Somehow, she manages to hold back the burst of laughter that was threatening to break through. A smirk is all that can be seen of it as she leans towards him conspiratorially.
"Am I that transparent?" she jokes quietly, in the same soft tone Doc had used on her. "Don't tell me the sound of peach cobbler doesn't entice you."
She might have gone on a bit more if not for the small boy that came barreling into her legs at that point. Masterfully, she managed not to fall. One might think this has happened before.
"Oh, James, you scared the livin' daylights out of me," she gasps, her hand at the young boy's shoulder, his face buried in her skirts. He was no more than six years of age, at best.
"Mffh hdrrr gfllje frjrms."
She puts her fingertips under the boy's chin and directs his face up toward her own. "Try that one more time."
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"Am I that transparent?" she jokes quietly, in the same soft tone Doc had used on her. "Don't tell me the sound of peach cobbler doesn't entice you."
She might have gone on a bit more if not for the small boy that came barreling into her legs at that point. Masterfully, she managed not to fall. One might think this has happened before.
"Oh, James, you scared the livin' daylights out of me," she gasps, her hand at the young boy's shoulder, his face buried in her skirts. He was no more than six years of age, at best.
"Mffh hdrrr gfllje frjrms."
She puts her fingertips under the boy's chin and directs his face up toward her own. "Try that one more time."
"Jack won't let me at the maypole."
His voice is tiny, and very, very forlorn.