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"You're basically a child."
"That's true..."
She sniffled, curling her fingers in his shirt. "I'm so... I'm so mad at you, but I miss you so much."
"Fine."
"Sorry about the mess."
"I'm honest."
"I wouldn't lie about this."
She looked up at him, coming over to him and burying her face in his chest. "I don't know what to do..."
"You can't make me."
She flushed slightly. "Yeah."
"Basically."
"You are."
She looked up suddenly, her eyes teary. "Ah. Yeah. Of course."
"No."
Her rabbits were on the couch and there were papers all over the coffee table.
"Practically."
He watched her lovingly. "You're so beautiful."
Poppy was sitting at the sink, her hand tight on the sink lip, her head lowered.
"A culinary genius."
"Good. Come in?"
