[Steven buries his face in Ginko's chest, and its after a short while of this that the kettle he put on starts going. All of Steven's vines raise up at once in defensive alarm, his grip on Ginko tightening.]
O-Oh, uh. Sorry, sorry.
[One of the vines swoops over and lifts up the kettle off the burner, moving it over to the cool side of the plate.]
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O-Oh, uh. Sorry, sorry.
[One of the vines swoops over and lifts up the kettle off the burner, moving it over to the cool side of the plate.]