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"What a nice match we make."
He broke the surface, looking up with a grin.
"What's dancing?" he asked, looking over at her thoughtfully.
"You're, like, from the Great Gatsby, Warns," she said, lying back against the pillows. "Of course you'd think it's fun."
She kneeled back down next to the bird. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Craw. You should keep an eye out for this, if you're out in the woods this much....
"So, it's convenient for me."
"Hmph," he said, standing up and jumping down into the water.
"Dancing," he mused, beginning to make another pancake.
"God, more than anything," she said with a sigh, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Zad invited me to that formal thing. I'm throwing a fit."
She considered him for a moment before offering a hand to him. "I'm Poppy."
"I mean, we are married."
He raised one eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Huh. What does that mean?"
“You suppose?0
"That's convenient."
"Easier said than done."
"Celebration..." he said slowly, still looking a little confused.
"But your government," she persisted, turning to him. "I'm not talking about an individual level, here. This isn't an offensive remark; it's just...
She grinned, eyeing him thoughtfully as she entered the room. “Yeah?”
“Then I won’t.”
