[Waver mumbled something indistinct, wordlessly between embarrassment and annoyance he'd been outmaneuvered. Turning slightly red, he rubbed the back of his neck and pushed a loose braid back over his shoulder.]
M...merry Christmas. Thanks, but of course you realize this means I'm making dinner later.
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[Waver mumbled something indistinct, wordlessly between embarrassment and annoyance he'd been outmaneuvered. Turning slightly red, he rubbed the back of his neck and pushed a loose braid back over his shoulder.]
M...merry Christmas. Thanks, but of course you realize this means I'm making dinner later.