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She sucked in through her teeth, pretending to panicked.
He nodded. "Anyways, where were we?"
(Yoop!)
"That would be a good help," he said, prodding at the fire to get the flame bigger.
"Don't rush me, I'll panic!"
"Alright. I'll talk to Warner about it."
He grinned, heading to the house.
Avice was talking to her mother cheerfully, pouring stew into seperate bowls as Charlotte got silverware.
"Premade sandwiches. It's fine, trust me. Look, I'm halfway done with my second. One more."
He shifted slightly. "Mm.. I guess Warner could take you. Nobody would recognize you, though. Nor could you stay very long."
He took his bag before offering a hand.
James did the same before heading into the house, stacking the split pieces of wood carefully by the fireplace, setting one inside.
"They are made with delicate care," she said stubbornly. "That does not mean rushing."
He hesitated, giving a slight nod as a low blush crossed his face. "Of course."
He kissed her temple. "Let's head back to the house for a bit."
"Of course. You seem like a bright young man." He stopped after a moment. "I think that'll be okay for now. Let's head in. Dinner should be ready...
She nodded, finishing up the first sandwich. "That's one.
"Of course. She is of your bloodline."
"Yeah. What do you want to do?"
"Ah, fair enough. Well, we're glad to have ya, Tuck."
