[ bellamy arches his brow as he looks down at her. ] You're going to follow my nose?
[ his nose, which isn't attuned to the smells hers is. he's still getting used to coffee (and dog, not quite snowgie since he doesn't seem to smell at all). as much as he wants to give in and challenge himself to following his nose, bellamy thinks and follows his head instead. ]
What food do you like? [ he looks ahead. trying not to smile, he opts to teasing her instead, ] Ice chips. Ice chocolate. Ice pudding ...
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[ his nose, which isn't attuned to the smells hers is. he's still getting used to coffee (and dog, not quite snowgie since he doesn't seem to smell at all). as much as he wants to give in and challenge himself to following his nose, bellamy thinks and follows his head instead. ]
What food do you like? [ he looks ahead. trying not to smile, he opts to teasing her instead, ] Ice chips. Ice chocolate. Ice pudding ...