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He huffed, but followed her.
She looked up at him, planting a light kiss on the underside of his jaw. "We slept the day away."
"Most things?"
"Wait, but I know how to make really good oatmeal."
Her fingers brushed through the hair on the back of his head slowly as she watched the afternoon sun through the window.
"Let's buy everything."
"I love oatmeal," he said earnestly.
"This is pretty," Rowan observed. "Good choice, Siren."
"Let me make crepes! Or..." He gasped in excitement. "Oatmeal!"
Rowan was still following.
Addie shifted awake in the late afternoon, blinking sleepily as the sun streamed in through the window, hitting them in the face. She frowned,...
"I can make crepes! I took cooking classes when I was younger!"
(Zoop?)
"Avice..." he began, looking both amused and annoyed. "I can do it."
"I'm excited. Lead the way."
She fell silent after that. It was uncertain if she had received the answer she had wanted.
He frowned, squeezing it instinctively. "I can make it," he protested.
"Really?" he asked curiously. "Where is it?"
"Don't forget," she murmured quietly. "Don't forget that I love you, okay...?"
