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Mira stopped her, "Sit, I'll clean up." Zoey handed her plate over without question and stretched out on the couch with her phone. Mira went to take the dishes Rumi had gathered, but she didn't let go.
"What? No, you pulled this miracle of a breakfast together after I almost set it on fire, let me clean." She went to rise and take the dishes back from Mira, but the taller girl stood firm.
"I appreciate the thought, but the last time you did the dishes, we were down two plates and you somehow bent a pair of stainless steel chopsticks." A sly smile pulled at Mira's lips as she recalled 'chopstick-gate 2024'. "I got it."
She pulled on the plate again, but Rumi still wouldn't let go.
"Cmon Mira, you cooked, let me clean. Or at least let me -"
"Rumi." Mira's voiced dropped low, and her tone pulled Rumi's gaze up to meet her own. "Drop it."
Rumi blinked up at her and her traitorous hand loosened without her permission. Her patterns flared a dark but vivid pink for an instant, and she said a meek "Thank you."
Mira simply hummed in acknowledgement and turned towards the kitchen before Rumi could catch the smirk creeping across her face. Zoey smiled, she knew that tone all too well.