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Eobard was halfway through putting the dishes from dinner away when a tiny hand popped into his line of sight, barely reaching over the top of the counter. He spared the child the briefest of glances before resuming his actions, already knowing what she was reaching for.
“Say 'please’, Berrie.”
“Cookie!” Berrie demanded, unperturbed. “Daddy, cookie!”
Eobard sighed through his nose and rolled his eyes. Toddlers were insufferable, truly.
“You have to ask politely or you don’t get a cookie.” He stated in a flat, unyielding voice.
There was a pause, before the tiny hand slipped away only to be replaced with her little face, hazel eyes wide and pleading. “Cookie.” She said stubbornly.
“Not until you’ve said 'please’.” He repeated firmly.
Berrie wrinkled her nose and pointed at the cookie jar. “Cookie.” She repeated, a hint of a whine in her voice.
“Yes, I know.” He replied. “But if you want one you’re going to have to ask me nicely.”
“Daddyyyyyyyy!” Berrie pouted and stamped her foot, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks.
Eobard remained unfazed. “Say 'please’.” He prompted again.
“Cookie! Cookie! Cookie!” The tiny girl shouted, stomping her feet again.
“Berrie Elizabelle Thawne.” He warned, an edge of steel to his voice. “You will not get a cookie at this rate. Ask me nicely or there will be no cookies tonight. Do you understand?”
Berrie sat on the floor with a huff, her little face scrunched up in anger. “Cookie…pease?”
Eobard smiled and reached into the cookie jar, extracting a single cookie. “That’s better. Now say 'thank you’.”
Berrie snatched the treat with a grin and took off at a sprint. “Cookie!”