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They did the first slice and the crowd cheered and he looked over at Lark. "Now what?" "Shove a slice in each others' face!" "What?" "You...
He finished, a little bit of stone dust on his face, leaning back thoughtfully. "We did it!"
"Let's buy our fruit, come on."
She squinted at him, coming over to him. "Really?"
She squinted at him. "Does that one really work?"
"Well, was I going to get anywhere?"
"Please don't eat our baby."
His hand rested on hers. "Yeah," he agreed.
"I wanted to do something else."
(Zoop?)
"Please don't eat your only son."
Lark already have one and was offering it to the both of them.
She seemed very confused at this point. "Upset? Why would I be upset?"
He proceeded to bend over his work.
"Ugh. You're too beautiful to say no to."
"Wait, don't eat him."
"Good idea."
She seemed confused and a little concerned. "What? Why would you do that?"
He offered her a few of the nails.
"Huuh. Okay. Fine."
