[Chrissy's picking at and tearing off tiny pieces of pancakes to eat, and all she can do is stare for a few seconds at the way Eddie devours his. It's with a shrug that she decides maybe a little syrup won't hurt, and takes the bottle from him to pour some for herself.]
You know, you could stay in my room with me.
[They just might have to figure out a way to get another bed in there.]
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You know, you could stay in my room with me.
[They just might have to figure out a way to get another bed in there.]