[He returns the grin as he eats another slice, finishing with slicing and de-seeding the remaining ones. The bowl of orange slices shall be slid over to remain halfway between them — clearly, Parker is free to help herself to more slices.
Cross won't speak until she wants to. Until then, he pauses for a moment, before a kiwi flies into his hand. Impromptu fruit salad? Yeeeep.]
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Cross won't speak until she wants to. Until then, he pauses for a moment, before a kiwi flies into his hand. Impromptu fruit salad? Yeeeep.]