[ she shovels food into her mouth and gestures to her full cheeks. see? she can't talk. she comically shrugs and makes a noise and clangs her knife and fork against the plate. the blush may still be there, but she's eating, she's moving, and he can't see the redness to her cheeks.
pity, that. this food is so good she might have to keep her head down and her answers to herself. ]
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pity, that. this food is so good she might have to keep her head down and her answers to herself. ]