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"My duties?"
She kissed his jaw gently. "And you!"
"Hm.. Just birds."
He looked back, wide eyed. "You what?"
He kissed her cheek. "Cute."
He rolled his eyes. "I learned lyre."
"Isn't it great?"
"No they couldn't."
"Some people are good and others are bad."
She grinned. "Yup."
"We don't want to scare them."
"Well?"
He wrapped his arms around her, relaxing."
She grinned. "Great. I'm being truthful."
"Why not?"
He went out to the pigeon coop, opening it carefully. "Quiet, now."
Francis ran his hand through his hair. "Poppy?"
He nodded. "I think so. I would like it."
"Then.. I'm being truthful?"
"Aren't I?"
