Well, it's a reason. It's even a good reason, though she doesn't have to be happy about it, so she heaves a breath, lips pursing.
He kind of looks like he's expecting her to put up a fight, but it's honestly such a nice thing for him to doing and he's such a nice guy who's done such a hell of a lot for her that she really can't argue, though her tone of voice lands easily in the category of barely appeased resignation.
"You're very lucky you bought a bear claw," she says, still all petulant reluctance, though there's almost something like a smile when she reaches for the pastry and takes a bite.
It's a lot clearer when she looks up at him again, but before she can say anything else, there's a flurry of red and purple at the door and Mary Margaret's breathless voice.
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He kind of looks like he's expecting her to put up a fight, but it's honestly such a nice thing for him to doing and he's such a nice guy who's done such a hell of a lot for her that she really can't argue, though her tone of voice lands easily in the category of barely appeased resignation.
"You're very lucky you bought a bear claw," she says, still all petulant reluctance, though there's almost something like a smile when she reaches for the pastry and takes a bite.
It's a lot clearer when she looks up at him again, but before she can say anything else, there's a flurry of red and purple at the door and Mary Margaret's breathless voice.