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She watched him thoughtfully, pulling her knees to her chest.
"Oh, you and I are going to fight a lot."
Gray crawled into Gabe's lap, wagging his tail.
She sat on the couch, yawning slightly.
"''Twas'? Did you really just say that?"
She gasped. “You know me so well.”
“Why not both?”
“Oh, God. What have I done?”
She laughed, kissing his cheek. "I'm so glad."
"Oh. Oh. Yeah, that's a good idea."
"Yes."
Gray harrumphed, licking Gabe's cheek enthusiastically.
She squinted at him. "Start a fire?"
"I'm very proud of you."
Gray seemed concerned, wiggling slightly in his box. Petra laughed slightly, brushing her fingers through Gabe's hair. "Chill, Gabe."
"I'm cold," she said, shivering as she came over to him.
"Young Padawan."
She was beaming at him, drumming her hands on her hips excitedly. "His name is Gray."
She followed, pulling on a housecoat as they walked.
"It definitely could. You've done well."
