Five feels a pang of regret at the confusion this whole thing is causing Grace but there's a reason to it and he needs to stick to the plan. It's hard because while he had very little issue arguing with his father, he really doesn't want to upset her. He almost stops after seeing that strained smile but this only means this is it's working. So Five pushes a little further and hopes it won't backfire too much. You have to be cruel to be kind, he reminds himself.
"So?" It's a casual statement as if Grace has only pointed out the weather instead of gently scolding him. Growing old in the Apocalypse never meant growing up, it seems. Five waits until Grace is done recovering the muffins and throwing them away, his eyes scanning the table in the meantime to decide on the best weapon to use. There's nothing he detests more than wasting good food, this whole tactic is a pain in the ass.
The boy waits until Grace has turned away to reach for a nearby pavlova cake, scooping up some meringue with a finger before throwing the cake. It makes a brief arch in the air before hitting Grace's skirt and sliding down the floor with a 'plop'.
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"So?" It's a casual statement as if Grace has only pointed out the weather instead of gently scolding him. Growing old in the Apocalypse never meant growing up, it seems. Five waits until Grace is done recovering the muffins and throwing them away, his eyes scanning the table in the meantime to decide on the best weapon to use. There's nothing he detests more than wasting good food, this whole tactic is a pain in the ass.
The boy waits until Grace has turned away to reach for a nearby pavlova cake, scooping up some meringue with a finger before throwing the cake. It makes a brief arch in the air before hitting Grace's skirt and sliding down the floor with a 'plop'.