[Before Stanley can so much as grunt a thanks, Peace scrambles off the floor and climbs him like a tree, accidentally stomping him in the goods on her way up. Yay, lunch!
Stan makes a strangled noise and leans on the table for support, so he doesn't really have the breath to stop her when she immediately opens the bread and drops half of it in his hair. The other half she sucks on and stares at Saul, as if he might try to take it away from her.
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Stan makes a strangled noise and leans on the table for support, so he doesn't really have the breath to stop her when she immediately opens the bread and drops half of it in his hair. The other half she sucks on and stares at Saul, as if he might try to take it away from her.
Go get your own, old guy.]