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He looked interested, tilting his head. "Really? Does everyone in the Star know how to read?"
"Oh, thank God."
Poppy was cooking breakfast with Lily in the baby carrier, James in his high chair, and Diana coloring in her coloring book. Poppy seemed tired,...
"I rest my case. When are we leaving?"
"He's excited to see you too. I'm sure."
He frowned, looking at her. "You know how to read?"
He kissed her forehead lightly. "Well... I don't know how to put it into words. But I do love you."
It was about 10 in the morning, and he would be able to hear Diana talking downstairs.
"Are you serious?" she asked, tilting her head. "I mean, I shouldn't be surprised. You did tickle me to death yesterday."
"Eh... it'll be better once he sees you. I tried to conceal his scars and you can imagine he didn't like that."
"Is that what they're called?"
"No, you couldn't. You've changed everything, Avice. Everything."
Poppy was still not in the room.
She squinted at him. "I would never allow the needless corruption of breakfast foods, Zaddy."
"He was... fretting," Lark said slowly. "In his way."
"Yeah," he said. "You know, those symbols?"
He flushed, kissing the top of her head. "I... God, Av. What did I do to deserve you?"
(Zoop?)
She opened the door. "Warner bought you a scone, but he doesn't think you'll trust him enough to eat it," she said, setting the bag on his desk.
"Of course, sweetheart," Lark said easily, hurrying back over to the makeup table. "Bring it over here."
