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He flushed slightly. "Dear Lord..."
Poppy, in the meantime, was cackling gleefully at this interaction.
"Hmph. I appreciate your enthusiasm."
She laid back against the pillows, looking up at him. "It's awful, huh?"
He laughed slightly, coming over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Do I need to put a shirt on?"
"What does that mean?" Diana asked.
"No, it's not."
She shifted, folding her wings against her back before resting her head against his shoulder. "Thanks for not killing me."
"Oh my God, Avice."
"You've done a lot worse with your tongue than letting a few babies touch it," she said with a completely straight face.
"They pillage, Price. They attack and destroy for their own survival."
"I love you too. Eat. I'll stay here," she said, shifting next to him in bed.
He glanced up at her momentarily. "What?"
She grinned slightly. "These are your children."
He laughed slightly. "That would be the term I'd use, yes."
She looked over at him almost a little nervously before squeezing his hand. "Of course."
He began to measure out scoops of flour and sugar, eyeing the proportions carefully.
"Flesh and blood and tongue."
"Not this area, I guess. That's not the right word. But the Pillagers will set up areas of interest with landmines to trap any survivors."
"Well... get some food in you and you'll feel better."
