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“No, there’s not,” she agreed, looking a little confused. “I just thought... I don’t know. I guess that makes sense.”
"It is definitely haunted," he insisted, looking around. "This place is haunted by elf ghosts."
She frowned, looking surprised. "What? Why not?"
She looked apologetic. “Oh! Sorry. There are nice demon men too.”
"It's haunted," he corrected, raising one eyebrow.
She rested on her side, watching him thoughtfully as she pulled both the yellow and the pink cloak over her. "I don't know," she mused. "I think...
“Do you like it?”
She laughed a little, lying down in her spot as well. “Do you think it’s something you could have?”
He followed. “Had you been in here before now?”
She laughed a little, her fingers brushing through the lavender. “I think innocent just means new and... you know, tentative. By the time you’ve...
"Good luck," he said sarcastically. "It took me years to perfect the art."
She laughed a little, tilting her head as she looked around. "This area is different from over there," she said, her fingers brushing over a...
"It's something only a trained seductor could learn," he told her. "I'm impressed with how close you got."
“In elf culture,” she told him thoughtfully, “we take the languages of the flowers very seriously.” She looked around the flower garden, looking...
“No,” he answered immediately. “But your intention was admirable.”
She finished the corn quickly, cleaning off the utensil that came with it before placing it in her bag. When she was done, she stood, going over...
He started laughing, draping his arm over her shoulder. "Oh my Gods, you're cute."
She gave him a small smile, her gaze shifting back down to the fire again. "...I'm glad you're here."
He squinted at her playfully. "Are you messing with me?"
She looked up in surprise, tilting her head. "Well, yes, but... I don't know. You didn't seem the type to return the favor."
