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She paused before realizing the problem. "No, wait. Pull that chair over here."
Something dripped off the ceiling and landed on Aspen's forehead. Dali followed behind them, creaking and groaning.
"Ah, je suis triste."
He frowned before taking a huge bite. "Fine."
Poppy was late to return from work about a week later.
"You coming?" she asked, popping her head back in.
He nodded, gesturing forward.
"Oui, monsieur. Et je parlant an français, alors tu sais c'est vrai."
"Uh uh," he said, shaking his head and leaning back in his pillows.
(zoop?)
"Huh. Okay,' she said, slipping out the window. "I'm going to sun them, though."
"I wish I could."
"Mon dieu! C'est trés charmant!"
"I haven't eaten anything else for the last 100 years."
"I'll see you tonight," she said affectionately, leaving the room.
"Yeah," she said, gesturing out to the sunshiney roof. "My wings are stiff. What do humans call them? The tops of buildings?"
He frowned and tapped his temple where it had sparked earlier.
"I will," she assured him. "Trust me."
"Is that what this is? I just wanted oatmeal."
She laughed lightly, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. "You too. Go back to sleep. I love you."
