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She watched him before sighing. "Come with me. Let's go talk."
He turned on the stove, getting to work.
She took it, quieting as she watched him worriedly.
He nodded, standing and getting out food.
She gently placed her hand on his shoulder soothingly. "Listen, listen. Just give it some time. It'll be alright, okay? Don't worry."
"I'm sure. Don't worry."
"I.. I know."
"I'd like to. I haven't been able to in awhile."
"That's not your fault."
"Potions to grow hair and potions to resist fire and breathe underwater!"
He smiled gently, nodding. "Alright. I can make you guys some food if you want."
Avice frowned slightly. "Oh.. Well.. We can hope. I think it will be okay."
"There were a bunch of different ones. One for everyone."
"It is!"
"I know. It'll be okay."
He pursed his lips. "When I was in school I used to sell potions at a market on weekend evenings with my friend. It was fun."
(Yoop!)
"Yup!"
Her brows furrowed. "They are.. The proof is in the picture right there. But it's alright.. You don't really recall much right now."
He pursed his lips, lying beside her.
