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"Oh yeah? What if it's a mean, rich person?"
He gasped. "Nooo.." *** "You can't?"
"I do like the city," he agreed, "but I like you more. Change isn't always bad.'
"It's basically free stuff. We're not getting into that now."
"But don't you like me?" *** "Yeah.."
"It's a fresh start," he said, his voice light. "You know, away from the city. Fresh air, less danger. It'll be nice."
She laughed, taking his hand. "Yeah."
"Not just that. You're generally cute." *** She grinned, relaxing under his touch. "Maybe a little."
He hesitated, glancing at her. "No worries. This could be a good thing."
"Excuse me. I can't lie."
"You're still cute to me." *** She tilted her head into his hand. "Noo."
Francis turned to Poppy. "Let's head to the training room."
She groaned jokingly. "I suppose you are."
"Not true!" *** "I would hope it's not."
Francis nodded, offering a hand to Poppy. "Thank you again."
"Hmph. I love you too. Even though you're bullying me."
"That's not the only reason why you're cute." *** She grinned. "But it's true."
Francis nodded slightly, but said nothing.
She opened to mouth to protest, but said nothing, only crossing her arms.
He chuckled slightly. "You are too." *** She nodded. "I would say so."
