(this is just a fantasy that i got off to so sorry if it’s horrible, and sorry for the third person ! I feel weird writing “y/n” or talking in first person with writing)
Ori pouted at the healthy lunch her daddy had prepared for her.
“I want ice cream,” she decided aloud without really giving it a second thought. It wasn’t typical of her to be demanding, and it took them both by surprise.
He paused from his own meal to lay his hand on top of her hair.
“Don’t you remember? You already had a sweet today and daddy wants you to be big and strong and healthy,” he reasoned innocently, ruffling her hair and then letting go in the process.
She pouted further, not giving any sort of response. Minutes of silence had passed and she still hadn’t made any indication of ever touching her plate.
“*Ori*,” He called her name deeply and warningly to garner her attention and show her his seriousness.
“I don’t want it,” she insisted quietly yet fiercely, still pouting and avoiding eye contact with him.