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"Are you?" she asked amusedly, raising one eyebrow. "Then why didn't you want to teach me?"
Her eyes faded to brown again and she looked up at the sunset for a while before taking his hand. "Come on."
"Okay. Let's go down to the Town Hall and buy it. Right?"
"Can you read it?" he asked hopefully, looking at her earnestly.
She blinked in surprise, raising one eyebrow. "Excuse you, Warner Williams, but you didn't want to dance with me earlier," she teased. "You're...
She grinned, kissing his cheek. "Ready to go?"
"So... is that a yes?"
Inside were unfamiliar symbols, swirling on the page.
"Can you go faster?" she asked, her gaze flickering up to him.
She watched patiently, cupping her lantern in her hand.
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Always."
He came back with a small book, setting it in front of her.
She beamed, starting to speed up.
She looked over at him. "Why don't you make one yourself?"
"I like it," he said, craning his head back to look at it.
He stood up, going into his den for a moment.
"Besides, I'd only kiss your cheek. C'mon. Let's go as fast as we can, okay?"
Slowly, covered in beautiful, delicate golden vines, a small, cream lantern formed in the palm of her hand.
"Do you want to think about it for a couple of days or are you confident now?"
"Can you teach me?" he asked, leaning the broom against the counter and sitting across from her.
