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Eden squeezed his hand and the vendor huffed. “You gotta buy flowers to celebrate the festival, kid.”
“I trusted you!”
"We could find Zad and ask him to teach us?"
The vendor glowered, squinting at Sam as if he wasn't sure if he was making fun of him or not. "The Festival of Lights! Do you live under a rock?"
"Dear God. And I ran away with you!"
He blinked before frowning, looking disturbed. "But... that's so... mild."
She tilted her head thoughtfully before nodding. "Okay. What's next?"
She nodded in agreement, moving closer into his side. "At least there's that," she said distractedly, looking at all the flower booths as they...
He looked down at her, a teasing glint in his eye. "Oh no. You're not a cat person, are you?"
He gave it to her, his long fingers brushing her wrist as he set it in her hand. Stepping back, he gave her room, obviously expecting a show.
She obliged, setting one gently on his shoulder. "Do angels have a different way to ballroom dance than humans?" she asked, brushing a lock of...
She tilted her head thoughtfully as they moved, turning down the aisle of flower vendors. "A rose! A rose for the lady?" one vendor called,...
The faint scent of the ocean reached them as they moved forward. There were bluebells and tulips all around the porch, and the brown door was open...
He looked down at it. "How are you used to seeing it done?"
"Great," she said enthusiastically. "What first?"
The market was bustling with vendors, more so than Sam would have remembered. Eden looked around, her wings covered by a thick cloak. "Was it...
"I do too," he agreed, leading her forward.
He looked down at it, frowning now. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Warner refuses."
(Zoop?)
