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"Yeah, you're right. But I can milk it."
She laughed, pulling her hand away to give him a kiss. "I love you too."
He stopped, his hands shaking slightly. "Am I just supposed to stay here?"
"I am an ambitious person."
"..Liar, liar."
She reached up, placing a hand over his mouth. "Shhhhhhhhh."
He followed somewhat. "I know. I know, I'm sorry."
He grinned. "Yes. All."
"So you're lying!"
She flushed, shaking her head slightly.
"That's what they said I should do! It didn't feel right, and I knew I messed up so I threw them away!"
He paused thoughtfully before shrugging. "Anything, really. Stuff like the dreams, how certain anatomies work, culture. All."
"Would you even be able to?"
She nodded, pulling him close.
He faltered, watching her carefully. "Should I stay here..? They told that's what I should do, with the water.."
He looked over at her, his eyes wide. "Poppy! Are you okay?"
He yawned, heading downstairs.
"So good and lovely."
"..Yeah."
Francis blinked, sitting up quickly. "Poppy?"
