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"Why?" he asked, tilting his head.
She laughed, looking up at him. “I don’t think you’re terrible. Maybe that does make me naive.”
He seemed surprised, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know. Something to talk about, I suppose.”
She laughed a little, sounding incredulous. "So... you think it's true but you wouldn't say it to my face."
He laughed, looking over at her gently. "Do you want him to be?"
She looked embarrassed. “Yeah.”
“Ahh, yes,” he replied playfully. “The boyfriend who isn’t a boyfriend.”
She picked up a stick, frowning as she squinted at it. "Is that why you called me naive?"
"It's quite a sight to behold," he agreed, looking down at her. "What about you? Tell me about your friends."
"Wait, but..." She followed him, glancing back at the stick for a moment. "Do I have to be angry to use that?"
"Don't tell anyone," he said smoothly, "but it's her favorite thing to do is slide down this. She was the one who taught me about it when I was...
She looked a little affronted, squinting at him. "Yes, it is," she replied. "It had mean intention."
"Right? And it would delight Luce."
She was quiet before she spoke, her words very rushed. "I'm sorry I called you a wiener. You're not a wiener. You're alright."
"Maybe we'll crack that while you're here," he said lazily.
She looked up at him, her hands pressed to her mouth in genuine concern. She said nothing, just staring at him.
"Yeah," he said with a small nod. "No way to slide up, I'm afraid."
She yelped in surprise, dropping the sticks and looking down at them with wide eyes. "Oh no. Oh nononono. Did I do that? Ohhhh no. Oh goodness."
He grinned at her, tilting his head. "I'm proud of you." He gestured to the door in front of them. "This is the cellar, but it's locked. You...
She didn't notice, focusing on him, tapping the sticks on the ground in front of her in irritation. "What? Nothing?" she asked sharply, shaking...
