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"Zerras," she replied quickly, pulling a band along the top and slipping on her bag. "It's a little bit my fault."
Ben looked up at Boris. “The universe? Not just our planet?” Boris sighed before nodding. “You didn’t think the Magyck was just meant for us,...
She wasn’t looking at him. She tied the rope around the bedroll to secure it, and began to strap it to her bag, saying nothing.
“It’s a highly temperamental machine,” Boris growled. “You would be too if you connected all the Magyck of the universe.”
She frowned, looking guilty. “Right...”
Ben looked over the horizon, his brow furrowed. “We should be there within the hour,” he said quietly.
She looked up at the sky before moving to go roll up the bedroll. “What’s the plan for today?”
Boris woke, sitting up blearily and squinting at them. "Good morning, Mr. Jangles," Ben said easily. Of the three of them, he seemed to have...
She laughed a little, closing her eyes for a moment. "I'm sure we'll find use for you."
"Nope," he said, offering her a plate.
"I guess the question should more be, 'what would you be willing to do'," she replied, looking up at him. "We have cattle and crops."
Ben began to distribute the food. "Okay, Cal. You don't."
Her ears were back and relaxed, and he would smell that familiar scent of honeysuckle. "What would you do on the farm?"
Ben raised an eyebrow. "Would you prefer we not tell you?"
She slipped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his collarbone. "We have time."
Ben began cooking. "We're not mean," Puck replied. "We're being good friends.."
She looked up at him apologetically. "No. I'm sorry."
"We didn't because we didn't want you to hurt," Puck said gently. "It's okay."
She leaned over and planted quick, soft kisses on the soft skin under his jaw.
Ben raised an eyebrow. "How would you know?"
