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"Antsway or the highway."
He beamed, biting the toast.
She wrapped her arms around his torso, falling asleep gradually.
"Five? That's a lot."
"I have a one-track mind."
"I love you too, Draesling."
She exhaled, closing her arm.
"Ants. Again."
He nodded. "It should be fun."
She buried her face in his neck, stretching out luxuriously. "Merry Christmas, Gabe."
"What are you thinking about?"
He reached over, grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. "Are you excited for the party tonight?"
"Excellent."
He nodded, leaning against the railing.
He nodded, heading for the dining table.
"I enjoy your aliveness."
"It'll be alright," he said, sounding sincere. "It may not be perfect, but it will be alright."
"Did you make enough for yourself too?"
"It's great."
"I'm sure that's a healthy way to drive you crazy."
