Jughead was staying at yours for the weekend. He'd woken up early on the Saturday morning, gotten dressed and made himself breakfast, making extra for you as well. As you walked down into the kitchen, you saw Jughead drinking out of the milk carton. When you saw him, you let out a giggle.

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"Morning, Jug. That milk nice?" You asked before he raised his pinkie.

"Good" you laughed again, his eyes following you.

"Morning to you, too," he smiled. "Breakfast is in the microwave"

"Thanks. Juice?"

"Nah, I'm good" he replied while raising the milk carton to his lips once again.