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She patted his head gently, her touch careful. "It's okay."
"Yes. I agree."
He pretended to consider it before picking her up playfully. "Works for me."
She laughed. "Not unlikely."
She put her hands on his shoulders in return. "Because why?"
"Good. Yes."
He sighed. "So what do you suppose we do?"
She looked up at him with a grin, her voice lowering. "I love you."
"Why?"
"Good..?"
He turned to her, kissing her deeply. "I know."
She followed, her eyes warm as she set the bowls on the table in their respect places, going to get the silverware.
"Well, I've made your sandwich. There's no more need to panic."
"It's fine."
He grinned. "That's okay."
"Yeah," she confirmed, taking the other two bowls. "To the table."
"Why aren't you panicking?" she asked, as she made the last sandwich.
"Yeah. That."
He looked over her curiously.
Avice turned, brightening when she saw him. She had two bowls in her hands. "Oh, hey! Would you take these for me?"
