[For some reason, she feels even more compelled to do so now, if only to gain his approval on the cake that she ends up making. If the fairies could do it, why couldn't she?
But with that being said, Ilsa gets to her feet and clears her throat. Loudly. Wanting to break the uncomfortable mood.]
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[She cocks a brow.]
Why not? I said I would, didn't I?
[For some reason, she feels even more compelled to do so now, if only to gain his approval on the cake that she ends up making. If the fairies could do it, why couldn't she?
But with that being said, Ilsa gets to her feet and clears her throat. Loudly. Wanting to break the uncomfortable mood.]
We shouldn't hog the swing.