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"It's not fish!"
She sighed, a frown set on her face.
She stayed awake, enjoying the languidity and warmth.
"I'm sure."
"I.. I was not expecting that answer."
She shook her head. "No.."
She nodded. "Okay, Mr. Pemberly."
She kissed the top of his head, letting him drift off.
"Uh huh.."
She nodded. "There's some good pastries!"
She was watching her hands, looking worried.
She ran a hand through his hair, shutting her eyes.
"Is that sarcasm?"
She grinned. "Wonderful. Want to grab some food? It's not all fish."
"How? All he needed was his memory."
She kissed the corner of his mouth, relaxing.
"Since when?"
"Should I not be?"
She seemed upset. "He was okay before. Be honest."
"I love you very much."
