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He frowned, looking confused. "I am oatmeal?"
She laughed easily, raising one eyebrow. "I have so many questions. Okay, you can join."
"It's bedtime, okay kids? Take me back to the den."
"I know."
"That was a test. Of course it is perfect, thank you for noticing."
She jerked away from Warner suddenly, managing to look surprisingly composed, leaning back against the pillows. "Hey, Riel," she said casually....
"Well, you wanted to hear it."
"Adorable."
"Mm. You don't think it looks a little mushy?"
She paused in her kisses, looking up at him. "What's up?"
August was watching her, his brow furrowed. "She seemed to think she did know how," Mo said.
"You're wonderful."
"Thank you. I thought so."
"I am," she agreed playfully, kissing a slow line along his jaw. "I guess that's as good a reason as any."
"Trivial? You think not knowing how to love is trivial?"
"To you. Everything is serious because everything is important. It's lovely."
"That's not very encouraging."
She laughed slightly, running her fingers through his hair. "Me? Why me?"
"Kids in the world are supposed to be serious, Aspen."
"Because everything is serious."
