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"Five is an acceptable amount."
"Antsway?"
She went back to her own chair, taking her toast.
He drifted off over time as well, sighing.
"You get 25."
"I see."
She chuckled, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
He kissed her hair.
"Okay. I will make 30 and eat five."
She laughed. "Again?"
Squeezed his hand. "I love you."
He grinned, pulling her close. "Merry Christmas."
"This. You?"
She grinned, watching him adoringly. "Yeah! Are you?"
"Precisely."
She sighed, folding her hands.
She followed, taking a seat.
"I do too."
She offered a small smile. "Yeah. I think you're right."
"Yeah. Don't worry."
