[Just... hold on. Let her stare at you. HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT'S HER FAVORITE? She's wondering if she told you at some point, but she doesn't remember. Regardless her stomach is kind of winning out over her head right now, so she just makes a disgruntled sighing noise and crosses her arms.]
...Fine. I'll go with you, but I'm leaving after dinner.
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...Fine. I'll go with you, but I'm leaving after dinner.