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He noticed before kissing the top of her head. "I'm kidding. Don't worry."
They moved in silence for a while longer, Eli's eyes alert.
"Oh. Okay."
"Well, do you want that?"
"Self control is for losers."
"I mean, you're welcome to come with, but you don't have to."
"I suppose."
"Loser," Rowan said flatly.
"When we get back. I'm interested in it."
"Don't you have better things to do?"
"Well, didn't you have a place for all this before?"
"One scoop or two?"
"That's all I ask."
"Well, I gotta go practice, but you don't have to come with."
He looked confused. "Did you have this stuff all out?"
"Sherbert is right there," Rowan observed, pointing to it.
It was a sweet little ice cream parlor, with white tile and teal walls. The teenage elf at the counter looked up at them. "Hello, welcome in!" he...
“I don’t know. I’m tired. Let’s go.”
He joined her, lifting up one of the first objects. “Where does this go?”
He opened the door to the parlor for her, a bell jingling.
