"What did you bring this time?" Regan asked, her voice piqued with excitement at Antonin's appearance. She was happy she hadn't made a slip up in her words this morning.
"Pancakesss," Antonin grinned.
"Yayyyy," Regan clapped her hands.
"You're going to shove pancakes down her throat," Ryder rolled his eyes.
"Good Morning to you too, Ryder," Regan smirked.
"Oh shut up, Ryder," Antonin blushed as he parked the cart.
"And by the way, I don't mind if it's pancakes, the toppings are to die for," Regan chuckled.
"Oh is it now?" Ryder grinned, leaning into Regan.
"Getting a little brave I see," Regan giggled, flicking his forehead.
"A little too brave," Antonin growled, forcing his body back to the cart.
"Oh please, I'm just trying to feel up as much pace as I am given," Ryder grinned.
"Which isn't a lot," Antonin murmured.
"What was that?�� Regan cocked her head.
