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He laughed slightly, looking around for more room as well. “When do you think we’re going to get out?” *** “That’s what they all say,” she...
“Oh. Okay. Lead the way.”
She paused before heading off to Warner’s room.
“Well, the option to let you die and become lion meat was tempting for sure.” *** “Thank you,” she said with a small nod.” *** “Really?” she...
"Restaurant...?"
"I will," she promised, standing up.
He laughed lightly in surprise, hugging her back gently. "I didn't, really." * * * She didn't smile, but he might detect some amusement in her...
"I don't know much food besides my own cooking."
"Yeah, but you're tired, Zad," she said gently. "Please just sleep. If not for you, then for my peace of mind."
He frowned, using his hand to gently tip her head back, studying her in concern. "Hey... you're okay. It'll leave soon. You're okay." * * *...
"Lead the way," he said, gesturing with his hand.
"On the contrary, I think it's as fair as I can be."
His hands were trembling and he looked up at the ceiling, exhaling a sigh of relief before looking back down at her. "You okay?" * * * "Hm....
"I don't know. I'm new to dates."
"You're always getting on my case, Zad," she said. "Lead by example. I'll sleep if you do."
There was a pause before he moved quickly, following her in and shutting the door. * * * "If you say so. When are you leaving?" * * * "What...
"Huh. A date," he said slowly. "Okay."
She frowned, tilting her head. "Do you need to sleep, Zaddy? I can practice by myself. You should go sleep."
"Okay," he soothed gently, not taking his eyes off the lion. "Okay. Don't panic, okay? Just stay still. Think of cats, right? Think of cats...
He frowned, raising one eyebrow. "What's a date?"
