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He looked down at her thoughtfully. "I'm gonna get oatmeal."
She looked up at him, blinking slightly. "What?"
Diana seemed confused, looking up at Poppy. Poppy didn't seem to realize that Francis was talking to her at first, but she glanced up, a familiar...
She clicked her tongue, kissing his cheek. "C'mon..."
They were walking down the street, heading for a bakery.
Golden enryli poured out of her hand, and the wood table gleamed as if it were brand new.
Poppy looked up suddenly, standing up quickly. Diana grinned at him. "Yes!"
"The soup. It's just in the fridge. We don't have to make anything," she said, standing up.
(zoop?)
She grinned and stood up. "Come on. We're going to have a good day."
When Francis came back inside, Poppy was still holding James, but the baby now wore a coat and his boots. Poppy was also fastening a raincoat...
"It's already made, baby.."
He reached for her hand.
"You do."
(Zoop?)
"Well, it's up to you.."
"Oh, hush."
She nodded, coming over to him and taking the baby gently.
"You make it brilliantly."
"Because I love you."
