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"Yes," she agreed, looking up at him. "But I gotta figure this out. Aren't you interested?"
"We've been making traps recently, but I've been working on something."
"I know. Later."
"I do, but I'm strongly biased."
He was lying facedown, wearing trousers and a white shirt.
She squinted at him before kneeling down and laying her hand on the floor, focusing on her hand. "I swear to God, I'm going to figure this out."
"Well, Eli won't be back until dinner, so we're going to invent some stuff. Come over to the desk."
"You and I are getting in a fistfight later."
"You don't have to decide right now."
"What God put me here in."
"Could I do it now, though?"
He brightened, turning to face her. "Well, good. We gotta create. Go, Eli." Eli grumbled but headed for the door.
She offered him his plate.
"Are you taking my last name?" he asked, eyes wide.
"I would never!"
"Could I make flowers?" she asked, tilting her head.
They both fell silent. "We could get you back," August said after a minute. "If you wanted."
"For being on top of it."
He slipped his arms around her waist, kissing her again. "We did it!"
"You're partaking in the illusion!"
