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He laughed brightly.
He grinned. "It's true."
"It is."
He turned slightly. "Kinda."
She tilted her head slightly. "Okay."
"I grin when I see you."
"People rest."
She nodded matter of factly.
He blinked. "Alright.. I'll try."
"I like your company too."
"That's a grin!"
"Resting," he replied simply.
"More than painting."
He tilted his head. "Any other requests?"
She looked a bit nervous. "Okay. If you say so."
He made a strange and uncomfortable face.
Francis was in bed still.
She nodded. "Right. More than pie for me, too."
He sighed. "Okay. I won't do that anymore."
She looked up at him, her brows furrowed. "Are you sure you're having fun?"
