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He flushed. "Oh, good."
He began to climb up the cliff. "Everything in the Star wasn't perfect."
Poppy took a deep breath, her back against his chest. "I love you, Francis..."
For some reason, her face fell. "Huh. Wow."
Rowan's arms were wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her neck.
"Oh, good."
"Do you?" he asked with curiosity. "Is that the only reminder?"
She curled up around Lily, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly.
"I died in 2019," she said, thinking momentarily. "I think."
(YOOP!)
"I don't understand."
"I wouldn't either."
She melted under his touch, looking up at him. "Hmm... okay. You're right..."
"How long ago did you die, Warner?"
He followed soon after.
"Huh. You're not into corny?"
"How long ago did that happen?"
"It's an instrumental part of the positive feedback loop of childbirth, Francis! The baby's head pushes against the uterine wall, oxytocin is...
She looked around. "Do people eat Earth food here?"
He sighed, pulling her close and burying his nose in her hair.
