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“Yeah, I am.”
He was humming under his breath, stirring then.
“No, I get it. I’ll ask someone else,” she said easily.
She extended a hand to him.
“I’m very excited about this.”
He turned back to the stove, starting to crack eggs.
“You don’t have to. I’m sure Sariel could.”
She sighed before standing up. “Are you ready to go?”
“You make me really, really happy.”
“Thank you. I needed that.”
She put her hand on his back reassuringly. “Will you teach me how to dance?”
“What?”
He looked down at her thoughtfully. “I love you.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“I told you. I’ll explain later.”
It tasted like hers.
“Okay. Good.”
“Egg girl,” he murmured.
“Of sorts, yes.”
“Well, *squee!*.”
