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The crowd cheered again and he laughed slightly, his violet eyes peering through the white frosting. "Lark...?" She was already there, holding...
He tried again with a frown.
He led her away, laughing slightly. "He was grumpy, huh?"
She tilted her head slightly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Warner... please?"
"Thank God."
He took another slice and proceeded to smush it into her mouth.
He frowned, glancing over his shoulder at her. "I did?"
He offered it to them and Jack paid quickly.
"Because I think it'd be cool!"
She grinned, her fingers curling in his shirt. "Good answer," she murmured, kissing him lightly.
He squinted at her through the cake frosting before looking over at the cake.
He brushed at it distractedly, missing most of it, before slipping out of the den.
He grumbled, going to put them in a linen bag.
Her brow furrowed. "Where?"
"Is this what you used to do during your 'player' days?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.
He yelped in surprise. "Traitor!"
He frowned, looking over at her. "Do I?"
The fruit seller looked up grumpily. "What can I get yeh?"
"Tell me honestly. Were you going to let me plant a flower on your head?"
She sighed, coming over to him and kissing his cheek quickly.
