He followed her into the house, keeping a respectable distance between them as she made her way calmly into the kitchen. He narrowed his eyes at the brief flash of tension across her body at the mention of milk, and he wondered about it. Did she have a think against milk, or did she know the reference better than he did? He wouldn't be put out if there was none, just that he couldn't remember the last time that he had some and thought it worth his while to taste it again.
He stepped into the kitchen and watched her look in the fridge, pausing himself long enough to flick on the lights to illuminate the place. He stepped around the fridge door to peer into the area, not finding anything interesting even as he reached out and took the milk carton. He looked it over, finding it cool in his hands and then eased away from her like ghost to go in search of a glass. "Do you want some?"
He opened a few cupboards until he found the one that held drinking glasses and took one down. He opened the new carton and poured himself milk until it was brimming full, narrowing his eyes at the sheer amount. It was bigger than even the protein-rich shakes he normally drank. Probably too much.
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He stepped into the kitchen and watched her look in the fridge, pausing himself long enough to flick on the lights to illuminate the place. He stepped around the fridge door to peer into the area, not finding anything interesting even as he reached out and took the milk carton. He looked it over, finding it cool in his hands and then eased away from her like ghost to go in search of a glass. "Do you want some?"
He opened a few cupboards until he found the one that held drinking glasses and took one down. He opened the new carton and poured himself milk until it was brimming full, narrowing his eyes at the sheer amount. It was bigger than even the protein-rich shakes he normally drank. Probably too much.