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He chuckled. "Maybe you are."
"I'll get used to it."
Sam grumbled under his breath, watching hatefully. He sat up. "I'm going to make breakfast."
She grinned at him. "Knowing flowers makes everyone smart. I should know. I'm the smartest."
It seemed to be working.
"I had a feeling I might be confused."
He grinned, kissing her temple and pulling her close. "You're too good to me." "I'm serious.."
She turned to look at him with an interested eye, picking a few red flowers to place with the white ones. "Is it? She sounds clever."
He nodded, starting off.
"Oh, okay. I'll go wash up and fold my old clothes once I'm ready."
He leaned into her touch. "Much." "Shut up."
She tilted her head curiously, her hair falling slightly. "Of course!" her voice was warm as she grabbed some paper, putting a band around her...
He chuckled. "Probably."
"Should I..? Probably. I know I brought spare clothes in my bag."
He glanced down at her, kissing her forehead. "Relaxing. It's comfortable here."
Avice was surprised at the visitor. The bell always seemed to startle her. She backed up from under the table before standing up, wiping off her...
"Let's make him some tea, then."
"Oh, good. Thank you."
"Just don't hurt her.."
Warm light filtered through the windows, the rays slanting languidly over vibrant petals. Flowers were arranged delicately on stands inside the...
