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"You gotta cut the mangoes though," he said quickly, kissing her temple.
"You think so?"
"But you both like the noise."
"You make a good point..."
She shook her head, looking like a child being told that Christmas was canceled. "It's fine. Zad, when do we leave?"
"Fine. We can trade."
"I'm not sure, but probably."
"Like father, like son, I suppose."
"You made me cry too."
"Yes, really."
"Well, we need to run in and look at it when the bell goes off to see which one has been triggered."
"Most times," she said, trying to maintain her dignity. "He enjoys it."
"All day has been perfect?"
She sighed and looked utterly heartbroken. It would be surprisingly sad to see her lose her good mood and she nodded slightly. "Okay. Thanks anyway."
"Mangoes are harder to cut."
He clambered into it, squinting in the dim light. "In the back of this one, maybe?"
Poppy quickly slipped the shirt on over James' head, making a slurping noise as she did so.
"We're married! Can you believe that?"
She frowned, looking at him earnestly. "C'mon, Warner. Please?"
"Fine. That's fair."
