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He blinked. "Are you sure? I can still make some for the kids."
She tilted her head. "It's okay. Don't worry."
"No, no. It's fine."
He grinned. "No! I love him!"
He sighed, keeping her close as he made food.
"Hmph.."
"He is very good."
He tilted his head, smiling slightly.
She hesitated. "No.. I regret not being able to help more."
He squirmed. "Not a baby!"
"I love him!"
He sighed, brushing her hair back. "Thanks.."
"We can't really do anything."
He squinted. "I'm not a baby. Besides, cooking and alchemy go hand in hand, pretty much."
Gabe chuckled, looking up at her. "Definitely."
He smiled slightly at her. "Hey."
She shrugged. "Anything. Or we can just sit."
"Because people can take the potions into their own hands.. And I like making them."
Gabe nodded, kneeling down and petting the dog. "Of course he is."
Francis was making omelettes, his head tilted.
