Emma bent down quickly to kiss the top of Neal's head. "It's okay dad, you don't have to make up for something that wasn't your fault." She took a bite from the cupcake, made a face as frosting dotted the end of her nose. "And if you bake like I do, it's definitely okay, I'll pass. I'm awful. Ask Henry about the time I tried to make chocolate chip cookies for his school bake sale. It was a disaster." She might've been trying to change the subject, shift it somewhere a little more lighthearted. It had been a nice party so far, no sense in getting sad about the past.
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Date: 2014-11-02 05:19 am (UTC)