Siiri redirects her attention from looking down at Åsa and trying to not let too many of her tastebuds come into contact with the atrocity that her fiancée created while still looking like she really enjoys them (she enjoys eating things that Åsa made. Just... not because they're tasty but because Åsa made them).
"What are they?"
Floweregg yips excitedly and tries to look all regal and impressive (which is hard when you are a tiny fluffy puppy). ...She kind of fails. A lot. "Sweden and Finland. You called each other that."
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Siiri redirects her attention from looking down at Åsa and trying to not let too many of her tastebuds come into contact with the atrocity that her fiancée created while still looking like she really enjoys them (she enjoys eating things that Åsa made. Just... not because they're tasty but because Åsa made them).
"What are they?"
Floweregg yips excitedly and tries to look all regal and impressive (which is hard when you are a tiny fluffy puppy). ...She kind of fails. A lot. "Sweden and Finland. You called each other that."