[ Exactly, it explains nothing about the fact that he came here running like some dutiful puppy to give it to her instead. And Ange knows it, she's very well aware of it as she glances between the can and him for a few moments. Not that it makes any of this easier to deal with, but still.
So she deals with it in the only way she knows - deflecting, using deadpan. Ange tucks a strand of red hair behind her ear (that's not a nervous tic at all, it was just in the way, okay!! don't misunderstand, etc., etc.) before speaking up, trying to sound as airy as possible. ]
Ah.. that's right, isn't it. A guy like you would never think of a girl like me starving here all by myself.
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So she deals with it in the only way she knows - deflecting, using deadpan. Ange tucks a strand of red hair behind her ear (that's not a nervous tic at all, it was just in the way, okay!! don't misunderstand, etc., etc.) before speaking up, trying to sound as airy as possible. ]
Ah.. that's right, isn't it. A guy like you would never think of a girl like me starving here all by myself.
[ What's that even supposed to mean, Ange... ]