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She glanced up at him, sitting up. "You'll leave me if I tell you."
He flushed, but his eyes didn't leave hers. "The goulash was really good, huh?"
She folded her legs as she sat down on the couch, giving the address. After the ordering was done, she laid back over the arm of the couch, yawning.
"We made a good choice."
She gave him a grin before talking into the phone. "Hey there. I'd like to order a large pepperoni pizza, please."
He laughed lightly. "This is a good place, Fleur!"
"Coward," she teased before going to place the order.
He raised an eyebrow before tasting it.
"What kind?" she asked, sitting on the table.
"Of course," he said playfully. "Is yours not as good?"
“Hm... pizza?”
The food was actually really nice. It tasted super comforting, and she could imagine having it on a rainy day.
"Like takeout or something?" she asked, propping her head on his shoulder.
"It's tasteful," he said, offering her the fork. "Want to try?"
"An admirable feat," she said warmly, coming up behind him and kissing his shoulder.
"You've always known that, though," he replied. "How's your food?"
She considered this, leaning against the wall. "Well... I've already fought with you," she said, listing stuff on her fingers. "Beat up some...
"That's not what I said," he said, raising one finger and tilting his head playfully. "I have feelings for you, my darling. I adore you. I just...
She sighed before getting off his back and slipping on the shirt.
“Now, hold on. I can still admire you as a person.”
