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He looked down at her with a grin. "Exactly."
He glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow at her. "What do you want to know?"
She squinted in the darkness. "That's.. Okay. Let's go, then."
He nodded. "It is. I'm sure we could make a great garden." *** (Yoop!)
"I'm fine," he said, opening the fridge and looking around with frown.
Her brows furrowed. "Probably not."
"That's a good one." *** She got out the jam as well.
He crossed his arms, passing by her to go to the kitchen. It would be hard to notice, but it seemed he was concealing a limp, as if walking it off.
She shrugged. "I don't get out much. At least, not far."
"What do you want to plant this time?" *** "Yes. I do."
He frowned. "That was awhile ago."
"I haven't been to Faebril," she said. "I don't know anything about it."
He laughed. "Well, we should be able to now. There's no storm coming." *** "I know myself."
He glowered at her, saying nothing. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
She didn't say anything, only nodding slightly.
He nodded. "Like before." *** "It was wrong."
"You managed to outrun gunmen," he said flatly. "That's good enough."
She sighed, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. "No, I suppose not."
He looked around the house. "It looks good." *** "When you said I didn't like it.'
"I'm fine," he said, resting against the door frame. "I'm not as good at roof hopping as you are, is all."
