“It’s a Danish! So your opinion? You like it?” He smirked. Looking down at you.
“Yeah it’s awesome! So…” You looked up to him giving him an amused face.
"Yes?” He fluttered his eyes thinking you were going to give him a complement.
“What came first this dish or your people?”
“What?” He looked confused, and you just remembered how slow-minded he can be.
“It’s called a “Danish” right?” You chuckled.
"Right… Oh! Hmmm…” He looked puzzled at your simple question.
“Well?” you raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know!”
"Really? Just. Really? I would expect that your people came first because there wouldn't be anyone to name or even make the dish if there weren't people there to make it..."
He stuck his lip out, crossed his arms, and started to pout.
You poked his cheek, "Such a baby~."
"I'm not a baby!" He threw his hand up in the air and his face got flustered.
"Yes you are."
"No. I'm not!" He looked to you, glaring. You just gave him a playful smile.
"Baby~!"
He looked you in the eye, "No."
"Yes, baby!"
"Nej."
"I'm pretty sure you’re a baby~!" You hugged him before he could answer, "You’re a cute baby~!" You gave him an innocent smile as you pulled away.
He blushed and stuck his lip out again, blushing at your comment, "I'm not a baby..." He looked to the side, crossing his arms once more.
You kissed his cheek, "Yes you are~!" Your action made his face redder than the red on his flag.
"You’re stubborn."
"I may be, but you will always be a big, cute, baby~!"
"Nej."
"Yup~!"
"Never."
“Yeah."
"Nope."
"Always~!"
"Shut it!"
“No.”
"Stop calling me a baby!"
"I didn't say that you were a baby. I said you were a 'cute' baby. There a difference."
"Stubborn."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Baby."
He sighed, looking to the side, "Jeg elsker dig, (Name)."
"I love you too...
...baby..."
... baby...
... baby."
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