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“What do you want for dinner?”
(Zoop!)
“*squee!*.”
“Because now I’ve brought marriage into the picture and then made you feel badly.”
“Thank you,” he said, looking relieved.
“So... lead the way?”
“You swear all the time, I bet.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I don’t like that,” he protested.
“Well, it’s up to you. I’ll just hide my head if we ride with Ker.”
“Of course you do.”
She paused, looking stricken. “I’ve really messed up.”
“Not Egg Boy.”
“Are you insinuating I don’t look out together?”
“You swear.”
She had been stirring her coffee casually, but looked up suddenly, her eyes wide. “*squee!*. I didn’t mean that. Don’t freak out.”
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “August.”
“Why is it different?” she asked amusedly, looking over at him.
“Sorry.”
“I would marry you too.”
