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"You do make good oatmeal."
She squinted before turning. "That's fine. I'm going to get my supplies."
He stacked one on top.
She flushed slightly under his gaze, watching him.
"Even if that's the case, I'm getting rid of that guy. I don't want anything happening to this town." She frowned. "I've hardly been here a...
"Oh my god."
"I love you too," she said gently, her thumb brushing his jaw as she observed him.
"I'm not going to have come for nothing, Eli. I refuse to believe he's dead and I am going to do something about that *squee!* you call the Mad King."
He frowned, waiting before setting one down.
She smiled slightly against his lips, pulling him close.
She squinted, shaking her head. "I'm not gonna deal with that. I brought supplies. I'm not going to have that."
Sariel's face twitched.
"Kiss me."
She frowned. "Why hasn't he been dealt with?"
"Hm.. maybe.."
"Can you do it again?"
She hesitated, her brows furrowed as she took it all in. "A fire..?" She shook her head. "Who is the Mad King?"
"I hate this," he said, stacking another.
"I enjoyed that, though."
Her eyebrows raised. "Blind?"
