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"Over here," he said, moving towards one of the holes.
"You remove shirt, I put on shirt."
"Happy," he agreed. "I love you so much, Tez."
He grinned. "Really?"
"I think they should be concealed, so that if someone intrudes, they won't know where the other forts are."
"Let's tag team it."
He rested a hand on her back as the other couples danced around them. "How are you feeling?"
"Mangoes too?"
"They're my secret stash," he whispered, going into the crates and pulling out a handsewn pouch that jingled.
Poppy returned with a change of shirt. "Here we go."
He pulled her out to the dance floor as a sweet, slow ballad began to play.
"You have a problem."
"Okay, fine! Help me rig up some bells in here!"
She nodded, heading towards the stairs.
He offered his hand to her, one brow raised.
The market was loud and bustling and Jack looked around thoughtfully. "What are we getting?"
"I don't know that!"
"I'll grab the shirt."
"Do you want to dance?"
(zoop?)
