[He will always find refuge in her tits. They're plenty big enough to hide his face in, and not a lot of women can boast that. It gives him that tight-places kind of soothing effect, so he's lowering his stress levels by sitting like this. Kraken science!]
Oh, good. Good...
[After a pause, he looks up at her.]
Wait--is your uncle going to know how to cook them...?
[He doesn't give her a whole lot of time to respond before his face goes right back into her cleavage.]
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Oh, good. Good...
[After a pause, he looks up at her.]
Wait--is your uncle going to know how to cook them...?
[He doesn't give her a whole lot of time to respond before his face goes right back into her cleavage.]