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"I know," she repeated. "You're stubborn too."
He laughed. "I know."
She pursed her lips. "I take martial arts. Chances are, I could find a way."
She grinned brightly. "I know."
"Let me rephrase," he said. "I'm always okay when I'm with you."
"If you're going to keep making fun of me, I will push you down the well."
"Nope," she said. "I'm always right."
"Always," he answered, kissing her cheek.
"I didn't eat it," she said stubbornly.
"Walking is part of rehabilitation, Curnow," she teased. "And my goal."
"Of course," he said. "You okay?"
"Glow sticks on skin is one thing, eating them is another."
She pursed her lips. "I gotta."
He grinned, catching her arms. "A bit tough."
"Paying attention to warning labels leads to a life of boring safety."
She pursed her lips. "I'll have to walk then."
He grinned, standing up slightly, trying to keep his ground.
She crossed her arms. "Nothing! I just wanted to see what would happen if you cut open a glow stick and put the glowy stuff on things."
She sighed, pursing her lips. "Alright. If you say so."
He tilted his head, unbuckling. "Careful when you stand."
