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She headed back to the three trees.
He laughed deeply, spinning around, trying to keep it from her as he read out loud.
"None of that."
"So c'mon."
He gasped, darting away from her, continuing to look through the journal.
"Good," she said, ruffling his hair. "You did sleep in my bed, after all."
"Dear Diary," he began, opening the book again.
"I suppose." "And for you, sir?" "I'll have a cone of Moose Tracks, please."
"Okay. So we're good?"
"Oh, I think there is something," he teased, holding it over her head.
"Cones are always better."
"Unless you have something you want to do."
"Oh, really?" he teased, opening it.
Rowan looked down at her as the boy began scooping. "I don't even know who you are," he teased.
"I was trying to make a joke, but it didn't work. Please?"
"I don't do the interior design of my house," he said, looking around before picking up the journal. "What's in this?"
"Cup or cone?"
She frowned, watching him leave before following him quickly, grabbing his hand and stopping him as he left. "Wait. Please come help me practice."
"It's your house, Av."
