"I know what you meant," Freddie lies, ignoring how pointless it is to do so as the tips of his ears burn pink. There's nothing he can hide from Noah, is the thing. Nothing he can really keep secret. In one way or another, Noah will always figure it out, usually at the worst time possible.
He turns back to the stove, busying himself with laying out the strips of bacon.
"Glad to be of service, at least," he says, his voice clear as he lays each strip out one by one. "You've got a good few tricks to show on Donna later now, yeah?"
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Date: 2017-09-05 08:32 pm (UTC)He turns back to the stove, busying himself with laying out the strips of bacon.
"Glad to be of service, at least," he says, his voice clear as he lays each strip out one by one. "You've got a good few tricks to show on Donna later now, yeah?"