#Imagine blocking someone who expresses they think it's gross that a father named his daughter after what is essentially a sex joke

[assmundr]

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More disappearing comments. This time it's one of mine!

Great job, Sleepy! You're really showing everyone how mature and collected you are about facing backlash when you silence anyone who dares to tell you they think your poorly written sexist horse comic is implying inappropriate things about a child's name. What a role model you are!

[stitch1830]

Bets

Happy Mondangst! Here's some angsty Kantoph :)

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“Da.”

“That’s right, baby girl!” he cheered in his most ridiculous baby voice. “Da da! Da da!”

Lin giggled in her father’s arms, and Toph jokingly scoffed at the two from the couch. She lay on her back with her hands behind her head, enjoying the vibrations of the two through the ball of her foot that she kept firmly on the ground. “You two are giving me a headache.”

“C’mon, Toph! It’s Lin’s first word, how can you hate this?”

“First off, she’s babbling. It’s not even words yet. Second, the fact that she’s making ‘D’ sounds instead of ‘M’ is the other reason.” she explained simply. “If she says ‘Dada’ before ‘Mama,’ that’s betrayal right there.”

“Sorry, Angel. I just have that effect on women, I guess.”

“Gross,” she complained, but pointed a smile at him, and she felt his heart quicken ever so slightly and his voice let out a quiet chuckle at their antics.

And when his gaze turned back to Lin, Toph could feel through the earth how at peace he was at that moment. Complete adoration for their baby, and she silently laughed to herself at the thought of him having to deal with Lin as a teenager. Oh, she would have him wrapped around her finger for all of eternity, Toph just knew it.

His voice broke up her thoughts. “Hey, what if we had a little competition?”

Toph said nothing, but raised an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue. “What if we compete to find out who Linny walks to first?” he asked.

“What are the stakes?”

“If I win, we start trying for another baby.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she laughed.

“And if you win, Lin’s our only perfect little girl.”

“And if she doesn’t walk to either of us??”

“Then we let fate and destiny take over,” he answered rather smugly.

Toph smirked and sat up from her position, ready to playfully protest this silly competition. “You realize that she’s gonna walk to you, right?”

“We don’t know that.”

“Right,” she responded sarcastically. “Lin, the little Daddy’s girl who shares the same birthday as her Baba and whose first words are gonna be ‘Dada’ and ‘Baba.’”

“Mama could be a close third,” he defended.

“Yeah, sure. I’m going to shake on a bet I’m bound to lose.”

“Just a little fun,” he replied, and she could hear the grin in his voice. “Obviously we’ve got time, but, I don’t know. I think it could be fun!”

“You and I have two very different definitions of fun,” she teased.

“But it’s harmless!”

“Harmless?” she laughed. “I could end up fat and pregnant at the end of this!”

“Only if you want to,” he added.

“So this isn’t even a bet at all,” she commented. “It’s just fake stakes on the table.”

She felt him shrug. “Bit of pride on the line, I suppose. What do you say?”

Toph wanted to continue berating him and teasing him, but his heart sang whenever Lin made a noise or reached out for something, and he adored playing little games like this with her. Perhaps deep down in a place that she barely allowed to admit to herself, she could imagine them having another baby. Even if Lin was almost 6 months old, she thought that maybe, just maybe, a family of four would be nice. And when Lin giggled at her father once again, Toph’s resolve to say no to those two disappeared.

Spirits, they had her whole heart, and she couldn’t help but shake her head as she smiled and extended her hand out to him.

“It’s only a bet if we shake on it.”

His silly cheer caused Lin to giggle more, and after he shook Toph’s hand to signify the start of the bet, he playfully kissed each knuckle before Toph mildly complained as she tried to free herself from his grasp.

~~~

They sat on her living room floor, engaged in small talk while they paid attention to Lin’s every move. The elephant koi in the room became a semi-permanent resident in the Beifong house, but everyone learned to live with it, Toph especially.

Sokka carefully treaded every conversation as he supported Lin to standing on her own two feet. Every now and again, his gaze would turn up to Toph to catch her expression. Today it was unreadable, but she sat on the floor with her legs out and leaned back on her arms, a sign of openness.

That was a good sign, right?

The warrior never knew what was good and what wasn’t anymore, because everything reminded them of him. Of Kanto.

And it was unfair, because Toph deserved to go about her life without having to be constantly reminded of the man she loved and lost to a crazy person. But there was no escape; Kanto was at her place of work, at their home, and he was there whenever Lin moved or breathed or learned something new.

None of that seemed to matter to the universe, however, and Toph and Lin and everyone else that loved Kanto lived with the reminder like chronic pain: constant, relentless.

Still, Toph’s body language was more positive than usual, so Sokka took the opportunity to strike up another small conversation.

“So,” he began by clearing his throat. “What do you and Lin have planned for the rest of the day?”

His friend shrugged in response and a nonchalant wave. “Eh, same old shit, Sokka. Maybe I’ll take her to the park. It is a nice day out.”

“How come you only call me Sokka, now?”

Toph shot him a confused look. “Because it’s your name??”

The man rolled his eyes to himself then said, “Well, yeah. I just mean you almost always called me ‘Meathead’ or ‘Snoozles’ or ‘Captain Boomerang.’”

A quiet scoff fell from Toph’s breath, and she dug her knuckles into her earthen floor. “Yeah, well nicknames are for fun times, and I haven’t been in a jovial mood as of late—”

“Toph I just mean—”

“So forgive me if I don’t feel the need to call you by some dumb nickname that reminds me of all the other stupid ones I called him.”

Sokka shut his mouth, but still held onto a bouncing Lin and stared at Toph. Her expression contorted into one of regret, and she let out a tired sigh.

“I’m sorry, Sokka. That was rude.”

“No, Toph, it’s okay,” he reassured her. “I just—”  Sokka paused before he continued. What he wanted was to help his friend and hoped she would return to her old self soon.

But the idea seemed silly after a second thought. How could she go back to her old self? Going back wasn’t an option, only forward, to a different Toph Beifong who loved and lost and learned to adapt to this difficult change.

So instead of saying I just want to help you get back to your old self, he amended his statement. “I just want to help you.”

“I know,” she sighed again as she moved to lie down on the ground. “I know you’re all trying to help.”

And Toph did know that. The whole group seemed bent over backwards in helping her through this mess of her life, and she not only wanted, but needed their help. However, figuring out things that did help seemed to be a challenge, for it all required talking or thinking about him.

She really couldn’t do that at this point, not even nine months after his death.

Saying his name sent her down a spiral of thoughts of longing and regret, the feeling so strong that it tempted her to visit their bedroom again. But she hadn’t stepped into that room since she was dragged out by Sokka, because she wasn’t sure she’d have the strength to leave it a second time.

Instead of visiting their shared bedroom or speaking her dead almost-fiancé’s name or figuring out what could possibly help her through this, she lay on the ground, focusing on the earth’s humming while blocking out all other erratic and uneven vibrations. It was soothing, being completely one with the earth and ignoring everything else. Her mind wasn’t racing, her heart wasn’t hurting, and she felt a feeling that strangely resembled tranqui—

“Toph?”

Her focus was broken, and as annoyed as she was, Toph responded to her friend and asked, “What is it?”

“Are you okay?”

“Stupid question.”

“I just mean—”

“Mama!”

Lin’s interruption pulled Toph further from the earth, and so she waved her hand in the air and exclaimed, “Mama’s right here, Lin. Just wallowing in self-pity as a widow does, although I’m not even sure I can call myself that.”

“Toph,” Sokka began, but Toph continued her useless ramble. “Probably not, since he didn’t even ask me to marry him. Kind of a requirement to be in the mopey widow club, don’t you think? Pathetic, really, I don’t even have a dead fiancé, just a dead baby daddy.”

“Toph—”

“You know what, guess it doesn’t matter I could just—”

“Toph!”

Sokka’s exclamation startled her, but she didn’t move from her spot. She waited for him to continue with whatever was so important to interrupt her self-deprecating monologue, but he didn’t speak again.

Instead, she felt little, uneven, and heavy footsteps toddle toward her. Toph sat upright in an instant, completely shocked at the sensation of Lin walking.

“Go Lin!” Sokka cheered.

Toph cheered as well and held her hands out excitedly to catch her daughter. “C’mere, Lin! You got it!”

And with a few babbles and shouts for Mama, Lin made her way into Toph’s arms.

The earthbender pulled Lin in for a tight hug and smothered her cheek with kisses. “You did it, baby girl! You took your first steps!”

“She’s a natural, Toph! Gonna be running tomorrow,” Sokka teased.

Toph grinned at the thought, and moved to balance Lin’s tiny feet on her knee. She felt Lin squirm in her arms and crane her neck, as if she was looking for someone.

“Dada.”

And with a single exclamaion of Lin’s favorite word, Toph’s heart shattered just as quickly as it soared a moment ago.

…….

Sokka’s grin faded slowly with Toph’s as he watched her realize what Lin wanted. In a second, one of the greatest feelings and feats of Toph’s baby girl turned into a situation of pure grief. And All he wanted was for his best friend to have a single fucking moment not be ruined by the memory of losing Kanto.

But that was impossible. Every accomplishment was tainted with this memory, and there was nothing to do but accept that harsh reality.

He watched Toph suddenly become overwhelmed by the grief. She bit her quivering lip as she combed through Lin’s hair over and over, fixating on a few curly strands at the top of her head.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, all the while Lin kept asking for her dad. Sokka was about to intervene, but then Toph let out a quiet breath and answered Lin.

“Yeah, Lin. Dada would be so proud of you right now.” She formed a small, sorrowful smile at Lin while tears fell down her cheeks. “I’d rub it in his face, too.” Toph choked out a chuckle, then continued, “But Baba isn’t here anymore, baby girl. It’s just you and me.

“Don’t worry, kiddo. All your aunts and uncles will be around to bother us, especially this Meathead over there, okay?”

When she pointed a finger at Sokka, Lin turned to see, and smiled at him. And Sokka found himself grinning back at Lin for only a second. For when he turned his gaze to Toph, he saw her tear-stricken face and any signs of happiness left Sokka’s face.

He saw Toph hastily wipe at her eyes, then stood up with Lin in her arms. “Thanks for uh, coming by, Sokka. But Lin and I are gonna spend some time together alone.”

She walked out into the backyard before he could even protest.

Sokka didn’t move from his spot, however. He just sat there, thinking and wondering and hoping there was something he could do to help his friend. But she was a silent sufferer, carrying the burden of grief everywhere she went and barely let on what hurt the most about it all. As a bystander, it hurt Sokka to see her shoulder it all. What was he to do, though?

He let out a tired sigh. Sometimes there was nothing to do but be there, even if it made him feel useless.

……

“You’re  a terrible listener.”

Sokka ignored her jab and sat down next to her, Lin bouncing gleefully in her spot in front of her mother. He gave her elbow a light nudge and replied, “I know, but I know you don’t actually want to be alone.”

“I just said—”

“Listen, Toph. We don’t have to talk about it, about any of it. But you’re like me, okay? I don’t like talking about what’s bothering me, but that doesn’t mean solitude is the answer.”

Toph bit her lip as she considered the offer, but made no outright objections to his presence. So they sat there, silent and contemplative about everything and nothing in particular.

It wasn’t until minutes of silence (and little babbles and single words from Lin) that Toph finally spoke. She chose her words carefully, as if saying the wrong thing would send her down a rabbit hole of despair. But Sokka watched her and steadied her with a reassuring hand to her shoulder.

Toph gave a sad smile as she spoke and played with Lin’s wavy hair. “We, uh, we made a stupid bet.

“He liked these silly games and it made him so fucking happy, I didn’t think twice about them. And it gave us a reason to be competitive, and you know how we would get with this shit. Still, they were harmless.”

She hastily wiped her eyes then continued, “But then he wanted to have a bet on who Lin would walk to first, and he said that if Lin walked to him, we’d try for another baby. If she walked to me, no more kids.”

Toph let out a sorrowful chuckle as she slightly hung her head low and let the tears fall in her lap. Sokka’s eyes grew misty at the thought. A silly bet turned into a reminder for Toph, and it felt cruel.

But then Toph took in a deep breath and brought her head back up, pointing her gaze toward the warrior. “You know what’s even crazier? I was gonna let him win. Under the illusion I was upset, of course.”

Sokka softly chuckled at that.

Lin cried out and turned to face Toph, who gently rubbed her daughter’s chubby cheeks. Sokka still sat there, hand on Toph’s shoulder, and watched through his blurred vision his best friend continue to open up to him.

She sighed again. “I’d let him win all the silly games if it meant—”

Her sentence was left unfinished, but nothing else needed to be said. Toph pulled in Lin to an embrace, breathing deeply into her hair as the gravity began to weigh heavy on the pair.

Toph mindlessly played with Lin’s soft curls. “But I guess all bets are off, or I win them all now.

“I don’t feel like the winner, though, Sokka.”

Sokka’s grip tightened on Toph’s shoulder as his sign of support, because he truly had no words. All he could do was sit and stare and hope that there would be something on the horizon to look forward to.

And yet, in that very same moment, he couldn’t help but silently admire Toph’s strength. Her ability to carry on and raise Lin while facing practically an insurmountable amount of grief was something that couldn’t be overlooked. He’d seen his friend show great feats of strength and resilience in the past, but in the back of his mind, he thought that perhaps this was the greatest one of all.

Still, he’d be damned if he was going to let her face this mountain on her own. So they sat there silently once again as Sokka’s hand remained on her shoulder, reminding her that he was there no matter what. He would be there to help her and to hold onto her through it all.

She deserved that. She deserved that and much more, but this was their reality. It would have to do.

[hailey-halstead]

Clown Apocalypse

hi guys!!! i finally finished this fic! i haven't updated it in about a week and a half but today i did the finishing touches so here you go! i don't own anything 😊 ——————— The caramel apples in the display case of a local bakery caught her attention as she was walking to Antonio's apartment. Since she was staying the night, she decided to be environmentally friendly and walk a few blocks from her place. He, of course, complained about her walking alone, but knew he wasn't going to have her budge. After all, it was the middle of the afternoon. Sylvie was pretty confident that she was going to be fine. Back to the apples. There was an impressive assortment of the delicious treats, ranging from simple sprinkles to birthday cake, s'mores, and ew, Sylvie wrinkled her nose in disgust, was that cheese?! It seemed like it was destiny that she came across these sticky delights, as today was the day Diego was getting his braces off. Actually, he had gotten them off a few hours ago. Antonio had sent her a beaming toothy smile selfie of his teenage son. 'I think he's pretty excited' the caption read. "This would be perfect," Sylvie said to herself, stepping inside the cute bakery. To her surprise, besides a few people who were already sitting down, there was no line. A bakery like this seemed to be the type with endless costumers. At least this fact made her feel better about buying from here. A teenage girl stood behind the counter, typing away on her cell phone. The bedazzled device was quickly shoved away though when she noticed Sylvie approaching. She was pretty flustered by the time Sylvie got to the counter. Personally she found nothing wrong with checking your phone when you had days like these. But other people didn't think this way, so this girl probably felt relieved when Sylvie gave her a smile instead of a look of disapproval. "Slow day?" She asked, putting her purse up on the counter, shuffling through to find her credit card. Her apartment organization was immaculate. The same couldn't be said about her purse. "Yeah." The girl nodded, the tension in her shoulders completely gone from just a few seconds ago. "It isn't usually like this, so I'm trying to enjoy it." "Me too. I don't have to wait in a line and get to have a friendly conversation to boot." Sylvie quipped, getting a bashful smile from the teen. Customer service can be a bitch with ungrateful, rude people, so she tried specifically to be as nice as possible to those who worked in the field. "Aha!" She declared triumphantly as she finally found her credit card and yanked it out of her bag. "Would have been trouble if I didn't find this." "What can I get for you?" The girl asked. Sylvie looked down. Penelope was the girl's name. The lamented rectangle had a sharpie drawn smiley face right after the last 'e'. With both Diego getting his braces off today and interacting with Penelope, Sylvie was being brought back to her adolescent years in her small town back in Indiana. It both felt like just yesterday and forever ago. She was pretty much a whole different person then. Pre-Chicago Sylvie. "What can I get you?" She repeated. It was actually the hand on Sylvie's wrist that brought her back to reality, which went away when her eyes met Penelope's again. "Sorry, I got a little distracted." She apologized, but immediately began to order once she heard the ding of the bell that signaled when a person departed or entered the bakery. In this case, someone had came in. Dilly dallying wasn't an option anymore. Feeling pressure from making others wait, she decided to pick a peanut butter chocolate, s'mores, sprinkles, and one covered with nuts. If worse came to worse, they could cut the apples up and share instead of everyone having an individual apple. Sylvie handed over her credit card after Penelope rang up each dessert. The bag filled with the apples was placed next to her, since she was busy signing the receipt. "Thanks, Penelope," Sylvie grinned at her cashier, who blinked dumbly in surprise at being referred to by her actual name. Before Sylvie was out the door, she heard a 'have a nice day!' called out from behind her. Ignoring how long it had taken her to find her credit card, just a few minutes ago, she threw it in her bag. Well, she put it in her wallet, but with no regard of any order. Next time she opened it, she would probably have an outrageously outdated gift card in the front and have no clue where her license or credit card would be. But that was a worry for another day. With her bag of caramel apples in one hand and her purse in the other, Sylvie continued on her walk to Antonio's apartment. She increased her walking pace, the Chicago heat was not being kind today. She didn't want to show up with melted desserts. They would still taste delicious, she bet, but everyone knows caramel apples are better when slightly cold. She arrived at Antonio's apartment slightly out of breath. This was more due to the fact of the heat than her amount of exercise. Either way she still feels gross she thought as she wiped the back of her hand over her sweaty forehead. At least blaming the weather didn't make her feel guilty like not exercising would. After pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she dug the house key Antonio had given her weeks prior out of her back pocket. She still felt slightly weird about it, for a second she was about to knock instead, but she couldn't deny that it didn't give her butterfly feelings every time she used it. Once unlocked, she pushed herself through, letting out a sigh of relief at the immediate presence of air conditioning. Neither Antonio or the kids were in direct sight, so Sylvie made her way through the apartment. Sounds were coming from the kitchen. Knowing these three, they were probably all gorging themselves with food. She decided to follow, her suspicions proving to be correct when she walked in and saw the three Dawsons at the table eating BLT sandwiches. "Starting without me?" She joked, placing the bag of apples, she had already put down her purse in the living room, on the kitchen counter. Mumbled hellos and hand waves were given from Eva and Diego, who had food in their mouths, while Antonio actually got out of his chair to greet Sylvie. "We just started," He leaned down to kiss her cheek. This specific display of affection was common between them, but Sylvie still couldn't help close her eyes and smile. "Everything's all out, dig in." He gestured to the display of lettuce, tomatoes, and bacon on the island. By the time she put the bread in the toaster, Diego and Eva were free to talk. Sylvie rested her elbows on the counter while Diego eagerly showed off his straight teeth. "You look so much older, Diego." She complimented him. He beamed back at her, always a fan of any mention of being older than his actual 14 years. "I think he still looks like a dweeb." Eva said with a smirk, leaning over to condescendingly rub her hand on Diego's hair. She wasn't being mean exactly, just being a typical older sister. He stuck his tongue out at her in response. The toast popped up. Sylvie quickly grabbed both pieces out of the toaster, flinging them onto her plate. She grabbed the jar of mayonnaise and the knife next to it, listening to Antonio join in the conversation as she spread the mayo over her toast. "What, are you two 4 and 9?" He said, deaging them both by a decade. "I'm pretty sure you two just mirrored an exact conversation you had back then. Thought you would learn more material by now." "You want me to use new material?" Eva challenged her father, with a raised eyebrow. She had a good point. Who knows what she had learned from high school, and now college. Sylvie was sure Antonio wouldn't want to hear certain words out of his daughter's mouth. "No." He conceded, taking a bite of his BLT. "Please continue calling your brother a dweeb." Now layering the bacon, lettuce, and tomato, Sylvie couldn't hold back a snicker. Antonio, Eva, and Diego had an hilarious dynamic. At first, she was apprehensive about entering a relationship with someone who had kids (even though she was the one who pursued him first, a fact that Antonio would never let her forget) but imagining her relationship without the addition of Eva and Diego seemed so boring. If someone asked past Sylvie if she would ever get in a relationship with a man who was divorced, had kids, and a crazy ex to top it all off, she wouldn't have believed them for a second. Look at her now, though. She's living it and loving every second. "What are you laughing at?" Diego asked, his face scrunched up with confusion. She sat across from him and Eva, right next to Antonio, who curled his left hand over her thigh. A welcomed, yet unsurprising gesture. Whenever they were near each other, her boyfriend was always instigating some kind of physical contact. "You." Sylvie said to the boy, then turning towards Eva. "And you," Finally, she turned to Antonio. With him, she couldn't resist tapping his nose in an attempt to increase her teasing. As she did this, she couldn't ignore the brief thought passing through her brain, pointing out how she couldn't keep her hands off of him just as much. "Are very amusing." She doesn't go into an explanation, opting to take a bite out of her sandwich instead. Her tastebuds sang with joy, she didn't realize how hungry she was until then. She was only going in for a second taste when Eva decided to bring up a memory that, at least to them, was a fond one. "As amusing as when you hid in a fair porter potty for 20 minutes, refusing to get out because of a clown?" While Eva wasn't bothering to hide her smile, next to her Diego bit on his lip, clearly holding back his emotions. And of course Antonio had the same expression on his face as his daughter. The dreaded Chicago fair last summer. When Antonio brought the event up, she had been excited, remembering the fun trips she had to the fair as a child in Indiana. But to her horror, when she arrived, there were millions of clowns. (Antonio and the kids argue that at most there were eight clowns, but to Sylvie, it felt like they were in the middle of a clown apocalypse.) "I thought we agreed to never talk about that!" Sylvie couldn't wait until she was done chewing, only holding her hand over her mouth to show some manners. She couldn't handle painful long seconds doing nothing while three pairs of eyes stared at her. "Also, it wasn't just a clown. He was on stilts! Stilts!" She repeated more forcefully when her mouth was completely empty. "The one after that wasn't on stilts though." Diego apparently wasn't keeping himself subtle anymore, going for a cheeky reply. Before she could attempt to defend herself further, the plastic bag containing the goodies she just bought caught her eye. Bingo. A perfect distraction to take the attention off of her (valid and common) fear of clowns. "I guess I'll take my caramel apples and leave then...." She couldn't resist letting out a long, dramatic sigh, beginning to get up out of the chair. Though her butt hadn't left the chair before Diego demanded more of an explanation. Also, Antonio's casual hand over her thigh tightened its grip, which would had stopped her if she had really wanted to leave. "What are you talking about?" Sylvie's embarrassing story was forgotten as he leaned forward with badly disguised anticipation. Anyone could clearly see the excitement in his eyes. Loving chess was the first thing she learned about the boy, but his love for sweets was definitely second. So much that when Diego was with Antonio, his sweet intake was minimal and strict. But when Sylvie sneaked a peek at the man next to her, he didn't seemed bothered at all by her purchase. Which was a relief, as she rarely did anything for Eva and Diego without asking his permission first. He had recently told her that she didn't need to do this anymore, he trusts her, but she still felt cautious. "You got caramel apples?" "I got caramel apples for people who don't make fun of my fear of clowns." She corrected, but couldn't hold up the annoyed persona for long. Seconds later, she was pointing out the bag right behind him. Eagerness must had gotten to him, because he reached out and pulled on the bag a little too hard, resulting in one of the apples tumbling out onto the floor. It was the s'mores one. Despite the fall, the small marshmallows, chocolate, and graham cracker pieces didn't budge off of the fruit. A groan came from Antonio. "That's why you don't rush." He said. Instead of immediately jumping down to grab the s'mores apple off of the floor, Diego took his time. Sylvie kept her curiosity to herself, but Eva had no problem expressing her thoughts. "Don't you know the three second rule?" She said with disgust, as they watched him finally lift the caramel apple off of the kitchen floor. To Sylvie's astonishment, he put the food right up to his mouth and took a big bite. With his mouth filled with food, he replies. "The three seconds rule doesn’t apply to sticky foods." Food particles can clearly be seen coming out of his mouth. The teenager didn't seem fazed at all by his lack of manners, going in for another bite. Eva shuddered, his explanation not changing her repulsive view. Unlike her brother, she stood up and calmly brought the bag over, setting it down at the middle of the table. Rather than take an immediate bite out of the apple she had chosen, the peanut one, she got up to go to one of the kitchen drawers. It didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for. She came back with an apple cutter, slicing her apples into perfect equal shapes. "I think I'll need to do that." Sylvie commented, reaching for both the device and the bag. Before grabbing for the one she preferred, peanut butter chocolate, she glanced over at Antonio, wanting to give him the first choice. He wasn't paying her any attention, watching his kids devour their food instead. If a delicious apple wasn't in front of her begging to be eaten, she would have let him be. This wasn't the case, however. She gave him a few more seconds of peace, dividing both of the remaining apples with the cutter Eva had gotten out. Actually, she realized, they could equally share the different types of apples. Antonio must have been thinking the same thing, because he reached out to grab a random apple piece, taking no mind about the flavor. Before she could pop a slice into her mouth, a set of lips press against the side of her forehead. The stickiness of the apple was on them, which easily transferred onto her skin. Plus the smell was distinct. Really the only thing missing of experiencing the apple her boyfriend ate was actually tasting it. "Thanks, babe." He said as he retreated his head back. "Perfect end to this celebration." Sylvie nodded in agreement. She had shoved one of the slices in her mouth after the surprise of Antonio's affection faded away. The chocolate, peanut butter, caramel, and apple went perfectly together. Her mouth was currently in heaven. She was chewing nice and slow to enjoy and savor the flavors. "Never can go wrong with dessert." She quipped after she finally swallowed. "But technically," Diego butted in, eyes glittering with mischief. "Everyday with me is a celebration. Sooo.....what are we getting tomorrow?" Eva threw a nut at her brother in response, which made Sylvie snicker and Antonio give a half-hearted scolding to his daughter. But Sylvie knew he was just as amused as she was.