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"I think you're biased, but I appreciate it."
He seemed surprised. "You'll... throw it at my head?"
"Will you burn up or something?"
She slipped her arms around his waist, yawning sleepily. "What are we making?" "Mark my words, Sam, by the end of the week, you will have...
He frowned and the change in expression made him look more familiar. "What's to stop me from just leaving the money here?"
"I don't think you understand the point of this exercise."
The spirit grumbled slightly. "We'll get there, I suppose." She snuck a quick kiss under his jaw before heading over to the stove, turning it...
He squinted at her. "Am I allowed to tip?"
"Okay. 'Damn'."
She still hesitated, glancing back at them almost nervously. They straightened out, shimmering in the early sunlight. "It's a lot of work, Sam....
He frowned, tilting his head. "You run a business, Ms. Rohesia. Four daelyns isn't enough."
She burst into laughter. "That is so cute! Okay, repeat after me, okay?"
She flushed slightly, pink crossing the bridge of her nose. "But... you're supposed to be resting..." "Does she know that it would be my...
He flushed slightly, clearly surprised. "I beg your pardon?"
"What?! Are you serious?"
"Does it? I'm glad."
She frowned, looking over at him interestedly. "Really? What?" The spirit grinned wickedly.
He seemed confused, tilting his head. "You don't know?"
She laughed, nudging him playfully. "Can you not swear?"
He brought over a bowl of stew and some bread and butter, as promised.
