[ but instead of gesturing, elsa reaches over for the napkin dispenser, puling one out so that she can turn to him and swipe that bit of mustard off his face. she leans close to him and dabs, removing the offending condiment. the napkin crumbles in her hands and she discards it, only to gently let her fingers run over the line of his jaw. ]
There are are, [ elsa concludes softly, reluctant to pull away despite the fact that they are in the middle of their meal here. ]
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[ but instead of gesturing, elsa reaches over for the napkin dispenser, puling one out so that she can turn to him and swipe that bit of mustard off his face. she leans close to him and dabs, removing the offending condiment. the napkin crumbles in her hands and she discards it, only to gently let her fingers run over the line of his jaw. ]
There are are, [ elsa concludes softly, reluctant to pull away despite the fact that they are in the middle of their meal here. ]