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Jace was poking at a salad fork, which was almost longer than his upper arm. “I don’t know! What food do you have?” He asked innocently wrong, gazing up at Rupert.
Jace was poking at a salad fork, which was almost longer than his upper arm. “I don’t know! What food do you have?” He asked innocently wrong, gazing up at Rupert.
//XD
Rupert held back a laugh. “Ah… anything, really….?”
Jace blinked at Rupert with a smile on his smol face. “Well I don’t care! I like spaghettioes.”
“We can have spaghettioes,” Rupert smiled, nodding to whoever gets the food.
Williems bowed slightly and hurried off.
Jace giggled and shifted around on the chair.
Rupert said, “While we’re waiting…. what do you want to talk about?”
Jace wiggled on the chair. “How long did you have this house?” He squeaked the question.
“Ahh… about thirty years?” Rupert said. “I grew up here.”
Jace blinked. “That’s a lot!” He giggled and pet Bruno the best he could with his smol arms.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” Rupert sighed. “Ah! Here’s Willems with the spaghettioes!”
Jace sat up quickly, almost hitting his head on the table. “Yaaay!”
Williems sat the bowls down and bowed away.
Rupert nodded his thanks to Willems and smiled at Jace. “You really like this pasta stuff, huh?”
Jace nodded and picked up his desert spoon. “It’s so good! I had it once… and never… had it again…”
Rupert nodded. “Well, you can have it as much as you want here.”
Jace gave a toothy grin. “Really? Thank you, sir!”
“You’re welcome,” Rupert smiled.
Jace looked down at Bruno after eating and comtinued petting him, giggling. “I love Bruno! He’s so nice!”
“He is, isn’t he?” Rupert said happily. “I’ve had him for forever.”
Jace giggled as the dog licked his hands. “Oh, wait, does that mean he’s old??”
“He’s a bit old, yeah,” Rupert sighed. “He belonged to my wife, first.”
Jace tilted his head. “You had a wife?” He asked the question gently, yet squeakily, as always.
Rupert paused before answering with false cheerfulness. “Yep. Her name was (thinks of name) Helen.”
(best name)
Jace grinned brightly at Rupert, sensing his change in mood. “Do you… have ice cream?” He glanced around as if expecting to see some nearby.
//XD
“Yeah, I can ask Willems to get some,” Rupert said quickly, standing up.
Jace wiggled in his seat. “I’m sorry, sir.” He gazed up at Rupert with wide eyes.
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