32. give me more

With a small tilt of her head, she indicates her desires before sticking the fork into the second last potato on her plate. The last is left alone, save for the occasional push across the plate with the trusted utensil. "Are you deaf?" She asks her silent partner, who pushes on to ignore her, "I said pass the bloody plate."

Her eyes are finally met with a curiously confused glance. "Oh, sorry. I didn't hear you."

Eventually, after a slow moment of eye contact and - by proxy - undetermined tension, the plate is finally passed.
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