Ethan did not move. Just arched a brow. "So I have been assigned to breakfast duty now? Bold. Did not realize consent was not part of your process."
Lydia snorted. "Oh please, consent is boring." Then her eyes widened, and she quickly amended, "For pancakes! Consent for pancakes is boring. For other stuff, it is, you know, mandatory and everything."
Her flustered backpedaling made him laugh. It was a real laugh, not the careful chuckle he usually allowed himself. "Good save."
She stuck her tongue out at him, the gesture was so childish and unexpected that it made him laugh again. "Sit."
Ethan sat across from her, his gaze dropping to his plate. They ate in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds the scrape of forks against ceramic and the occasional sip of coffee.
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