"These pancakes are so creamy. How did you do it?" He asked, folding two round pieces into four and shoving all of them into his mouth, at once.
Bethany couldn't help but shake her head at his actions, completely at loss for words. "I don't know, Baby Alpha Tristan." She teased, taking a bite of her own food.
"You're so mean." He whined.
"And you are so.. different." She couldn't help but say, earning a confused look from her mate whose mouth was filled with pancakes.
"How d you mean, different?" He asked as soon as he had successfully swallowed the food in his mouth.
"The Tristan I used to see in passing and heard of, and the Tristan I'm looking at right now, are two different people. The distinctions are uncanny." She explained.
"Oh." Was all he said, his gaze going down to the plate before him. He folded another two pancakes, scarfing them as soon as he brought them up to his lips.
