"Say another word, Nia Mitchell, and I swear I won't kill you."
"OUCH..."
Nia Mitchell jumped into Maxwell Peary's arms, giving him a big hug. She chuckled. He can still joke, so it seems he isn't really mad anymore.
"It wasn't on purpose, you know! In the heat of the moment, one can't help but make a mistake—oh, not a slip of the hand, a slip of the tongue."
She reached out and gently rubbed his lips. He was no longer bleeding; the wound wasn't big, just a slight scrape.
HEE HEE, that should keep him from casually kissing me now.
"Need more rest?"
Maxwell smoothed her jet-black hair, his eyes full of adoration.
"No need, I feel much better after my bath."
Nia looked up at him, beaming.
"So, Mrs. Peary, would you like to go out for lunch?"
Nia shook her head, her face radiant with joy.
"Mrs. Peary wants to eat some Tomato and Egg Noodles made by Mr. Peary himself."
Maxwell patted her head. "Mr. Peary is taking a lunch break, so no noodles. Come on, let's go out!"
