I see. Natasha smiled. "He rejects any attempt to help feed him. I add extra servings myself in the hope that he manages to put as much of it in his mouth as he does on to everything else. But sometimes I have to take the bull by the horns and feed him anyway myself, despite his furious protests.".

"She is also excessively fond of ice cream," she reminded him with a shudder, as if recalling something particularly unpleasant.

"I'm guessing you uncovered one of her hobbies?"

"Finger painting?" He nodded and she laughed.

"Unfortunately, ice cream, or at least chocolate, seems to be her chosen medium," Natasha deadpanned.

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