Bruce watched her. The way she relaxed. The way she allowed herself to enjoy it now, not just the food, but the entire moment, the warmth of the kitchen, the quiet approval in his eyes, the simple fact of being here with him.
Then,
"You're making another one?" he asked with a frown...
Sophie blinked, mid-chew.
"…What?"
"You're not done."
She swallowed. "Bruce, we already made two."
"And?"
"And… that's enough."
"It's not."
She stared at him. "…You just want more food."
"I do." Bruce didn't deny that...
Sophie narrowed her eyes slightly.
Then sighed, long and dramatic, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her completely.
"…Fine."
But she was already turning back to the counter, reaching for another egg.
"This is the last one."
"We'll see."
"Bruce."
"We'll see."
She shook her head again, but there was no resistance left in it. Just warmth. Just ease. Just the quiet happiness of someone who had stopped pretending she wanted to be anywhere else.
