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"Yup."
"Definitely."
She grinned delightedly. "You're welcome."
She sighed, folding her arms thoughtfully. "Sort of. But you're still here."
"Yup!"
He chuckled. "We will see how many quesadillas you eat."
Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head. "You haven't! It's still nice, just.. not how I was expecting."
"I wanted to!"
"Those are fighting words."
She laughed dryly. "Yeah."
She kissed his jaw, leaning back into him. "I made you coffee. And toast."
He laughed brightly. "What if they taste bad?"
She paused, tilting her head up to look at him. "Good morning."
She nodded, stretching her arms. "Do you like it so far?"
He nodded, noticing her tiredness. "I should have waited, though. It feels pointless if everyone is going to be asleep or tired."
She was standing at the kitchen, making him coffee while humming an upbeat tune to herself.
She glanced at him. "Yes, I suppose. Why?"
"I'm making quesadillas."
She was not in the room, but the smell of toast lingered.
She nodded, sighing slightly. "Yeah. It's really nice."
