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"No, it's not your fault. I'm just glad you're not madly in love with me or something."
She squinted before turning to Warner. "Can some people speak telepathically?"
He nodded, heading to his den and climbing in.
"I have no idea."
"Hear that, Zaddy? I get it!" she said into the open air.
He nodded, looking awfully glum and finishing cleaning the dishes. "I'm going to go take a nap."
"No, it's not your fault. Aubrey's trying to make a fool out of me."
"No, it was his decision."
He seemed even more uncomfortable. "It's... it's kind of a long story."
"It wasn't any one I knew, and I didn't recognize the handwriting."
"No. We're not friends anymore."
He looked over at her, frowning. "Yes, I'm okay. Are you okay? You seem disturbed."
He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Thank you."
"Anyway, I can't ask Zad."
He sighed, turning to wash the dishes again.
He looked at her, setting the bouquet on the table. "This is... God. This is awkward. Did you send these to me?"
"You don't have to."
He raised one eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. An expression crossed his face as he considered her, one of resignation. "Yes."
He seemed confused, holding a bouquet of flowers delicately. "Eh, hello, Avice."
His gaze didn't leave hers, and he folded his arms as he considered her. "Yes."
