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She raised an eyebrow before singing softly. She had a beautiful voice, although she kept it soft; it was sweet and warm and lilting. "Yes sir,...
There was a clunk as the pod locked in with Icarus, and August blinked, looking nervous. "Are we good?"
"I know you do," she replied smoothly as she played. "Or at least... I hope you do. It's one of the most popular songs from the 20s, so unless you...
(Zoop to Icarus?)
She paused for a moment before standing up and grabbing her guitar. She sat on the edge of the bed before starting to play a quick, upbeat,...
He didn't notice, stirring his porridge.
"I could teach you," she encouraged. "I'm very good at guitar. Or you could sing."
"If you say so."
She laughed lightly, looking up at him. "I love you too. Want to learn how to play guitar?"
"Do you want any actual food?"
She nodded, slipping into his lap and kissing his chest. "The only one I love."
He paused before reaching out and pulling a tray of porridge from the belt.
"You know I'm yours, right? No matter how much I make out with Sariel. You're the one."
"Nah, I'm okay. Thanks, though, Pen."
She paused, flushing deeply for a moment before shaking her head. "That's not what I meant."
It was hard to describe, but it tasted almost tropical. It was immensely comforting, with flavors like raspberry and coconut and orange that...
"I've also been under your roof," she countered. "That doesn't mean I'm yours."
It steamed in her mug, smelling vaguely fruity.
"Yes, they are, but only because you took them off," she replied, raising one eyebrow. "That hardly seems fair."
It was pleasantly warm and August nodded. "That's it."
