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She watched him, her face bright with anticipation. “So... I did a good job?”
He nodded, looking down at her thoughtfully as he straightened up. "Yeah. I was trying to figure it out a little bit ago," he said, taking her...
"Mostly vegetables," she replied. "Elves are often vegetarian, you know? So we just eat our crops most of the time."
"The temple thing," he replied. "We don't do that in my culture. That's an elf thing."
She picked up the sausages and squinted at them before leaving them in the basket.
He faltered, reaching up and cupping her jaw. "You're... you're doing the thing. I read about that."
She brightened, looking up at him. "I was right!"
“I like you too,” he replied gently, his voice softer than she would have ever heard it. "I'm sorry I've made it so confusing."
She frowned, looking up at him, seeming a little nervous. "Do demons like... canned sausages?"
He watched her, tucking her hair back behind her ear, his hands gentle despite the shaking. He rested his forehead against hers and he couldn't...
She squirmed a little, looking back down at the cans. "Yeah. Something like that."
There was another silence, and when he finally spoke again, that edge had returned to his voice. "Are you sure?" he asked. "You don't need to. I...
She sat next to the basket before sorting through the cans. "I thought the meat products should be avoided," she said hastily, looking up at him...
There was a silence that followed and she would feel him go still, as if all the blood in his body had stopped. Against his chest, though, she...
"Probably not," she acknowledged, sitting near the basket. "That's why you gotta help me figure out what you want."
He dropped his hand, but something changed in his face and he gave her a small nod. "Okay," he replied, his voice low. "I'll talk to you later."
She took his hand, climbing down easily and landing on the ground with a small hop. "Great. I got a bunch of cans because I panicked," she...
He hesitated, reaching out and brushing her back gently. "Do you... do you love him?"
She grinned at him cheekily, holding onto the shelf with her bad arm and the can in the other. "Do demons like fish?"
He stared, raising one eyebrow. He didn't say anything, now looking very uncomfortable.
