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She tilted her head before offering the plate to him. "For luck."
He slipped it over his head, pulling on the hood and grumbling.
She entered the room, a plate with a bagel in her hand as she leaned against the doorframe. "Hey..."
"I don't..." He groaned and exhaled before taking the sweatshirt. "Fine."
(BIG day)
He frowned at her, crossing his arms. "Fleur..."
She went back to her room, closing the door behind her.
"I'm not going to wear those."
She laughed lightly. “Night, Abel.”
“Don’t do this,” he warned.
She looked at him, standing in the doorway. “Oh, I dunno... I like pasta.”
“Or I can just steal us some food.”
She rolled her eyes before leaning over, ruffling his hair. “I’m going to go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Thank you for dinner.”
He squinted at her. “They still have eyes, Fleur.”
She laughed out loud, shaking her head. “Are you planning on upsetting me?”
“I’ve interacted with a lot of people, Princess, and not all the interactions have been positive.”
"That doesn't matter," she replied, waving him off. "You haven't made me upset recently. I've made you upset, so I need to make the next meal."
He sighed a little bit, rubbing the back of his neck. "...yeah, we might not want to do that."
She nodded to herself, laughing slightly. "Okay. So this is how we'll communicate now."
He glanced over casually, raising one eyebrow. "Yeah. But we gotta wait until they're not looking."
