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She slid it over to him.
"Well, then I won't make food."
"It doesn't seem like you have."
"They're dead," she said, looking over at him. "Plus, they swore worse than I do.
"Sure. You want mine?"
"Prideful."
"Ask nicely? Why do I have to do that?"
She squinted at him. "Have you ever been to one of these before?"
"Yeah, and I'm not going to stop swearing for anybody!"
Her gaze flickered up to him for a moment before going back down to the coffee. "Good. Sweet."
"Why are we waiting?"
"If I make eggs, my nickname might return."
"Like what?" she asked, turning to look at him.
"You should be."
She flushed deeply, looking down at the table embarrassedly. "Right."
They were walking down the street, hand-in-hand. "Should your parents know about the two of us?" he asked her, looking down over his shoulder at her.
"Hm. Seems awfully risky."
Addie let go from around Warner's waist, looking up at the castle as she slid off Ker's back, petting him soothingly. "It's bigger than I...
"Yeah, I know. Classy, isn't it?"
“I would marry you,” she said after a moment.
