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"Nuh uh. You smell fine."
She looked up at him, her expression brightening. "Thank you.."
"I suppose so."
"You're not smelly."
She blinked, tilting her head as her brows furrowed, obviously somewhat disheartened he left.
Avice caught her hand gently. "Be very careful, alright? It's hot."
She grinned, saying nothing more.
"You know what I mean."
She noticed, waving it off quickly. "Nevermind.. It's nothing."
Francis picked up a copy, reading over it.
Avice did as she said she would taking the stamp out.
She sighed, squeezing his hand. "Fiiine."
"You smell like roses."
She crossed her legs. "Could I dry your hair?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Put the letter in the envelope and I'll get the wax ready."
"Why not?"
"I do not."
"..Cute."
Francis crossed his arms patiently.
