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"Warner," she said sweetly. "My sweet friend. You'll let me plant a flower on your head, won't you?"
He frowned. "Why would you trick me like that?"
"Okay, yeah. To be fair, he would have done this with or without the ketchup."
"It's something."
He looked over at her thoughtfully and kissed her temple.
Addie turned to Warner, a glint in her eye.
"Are you really?"
"I can do it," she protested, standing up quickly.
"It's our wedding."
Jack joined her. "Let's go."
"Zad," she said seriously, tilting her head. "It would help me develop my skills if I could grow a flower on your head."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
"What a fair dictator," Poppy mused.
They approached the water, where silver and rosy peach lanterns were reflected across the water. A large buffet table was laid out with cake and...
"Come on. Let's go."
She turned to Zad. "Zaddy, can we plant a flower on your head?"
"I've... but... I've grown up with him."
Her frown deepened and she brushed Lily's head. "We've been over this. I'm not stubborn."
"We'll talk about it," he promised, kissing the top of her head.
"It will suffice, I think."
