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"Yes."
"I'm not from rich-person-town, remember? I wouldn't know how to act."
"Sure."
"Noses are hard."
"You need to support it," he teased.
She frowned, looking nervous. "I'm not fancy enough for that, Zad."
"We have enough to buy a small house. I say we start there."
"A nose, maybe?"
"I appreciate it."
She made a face, squinting at him. "And?"
He was quiet for a moment. "That's lovely."
"That's sweet, but we don't want to have to redo another one."
She glowered up at him, standing up. "What is it?"
He hesitated for a moment. "Quite a bit. I drained the account."
"You could never."
He frowned, dropping his hand instinctively. "What?"
Her eyes flew open and she fell, stopping herself from hitting the ground. "*squee!*!"
"I have some money," he told her.
"Don't be worried."
