[Emily's exclamation of joy at the prospect of cake and ice-cream is pretty damn loud and rather expressive. She knocks over her cup and the apple juice? Is now all over her floor.]
Oops...
[She looks down at the mess, dejectedly. Then trots to the kitchen, grabs a single paper towel and puts it in the big puddle. With a small, sheepish giggle, she turns back to Libby and says:]
I like cake an' ice-cream. [A small scowl crosses her face.] But I don't think I like Elle very much...
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[Emily's exclamation of joy at the prospect of cake and ice-cream is pretty damn loud and rather expressive. She knocks over her cup and the apple juice? Is now all over her floor.]
Oops...
[She looks down at the mess, dejectedly. Then trots to the kitchen, grabs a single paper towel and puts it in the big puddle. With a small, sheepish giggle, she turns back to Libby and says:]
I like cake an' ice-cream. [A small scowl crosses her face.] But I don't think I like Elle very much...