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"And you'd lose."
"None of that."
He frowned, tilting his head. "C... cyoot...?"
"Uncouth cause you'd lose...?"
She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Sh."
He shrugged slightly, brushing back her hair gently before standing up. "It's an affectionate term. Like a pet name."
"I'm always awake at this time, mookep. You should sleep."
"Yes."
She looked over at him, her sweet and warm smile that seemed only reserved for him crossing her lips. "Don't worry."
He frowned, tilting his head and catching her hand. "You should go back to sleep. It's too early."
"What?"
"I'll never tell," she replied cheerfully, flipping to the recipe in a nearby book.
He glanced over her shoulder, stirring the bowl with a frown. He came over to her and knelt by her den. "Hey, Aspen. Why are you up?"
"Oh, that's mature."
"I do... did, I guess, now."
"Yes, you did," she replied, pulling away and stopping the mixing bowl. "You just don't know it."
He moved quietly through the dark chamber, lighting a match and then the lantern, his body casting shadows against the walls. He hummed quietly,...
"Why are you doing this?"
"My dog's name is Dog."
"You're so cute," she murmured.
