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She took it from him, looking surprised. "Thank you," she said quietly, drinking from it.
"Of course you do, Bug. You're a teacher."
She laughed slightly, looking at him affectionately. "You're so... Ach. You're so beautiful."
He blinked, following her. "Nope."
She nodded, resting her head on her hand. "Okay."
"Not well, anyway. Sometimes things make it through, but very rarely."
She laughed, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "I love you."
"Nononono."
She looked up at him, her brow furrowed. "Are you going to bed?"
"I never dream," she said with a sad, little shrug. "Pixies dreams would be too vivid for our consciousness to take."
"No," she said, raising an eyebrow. "But that's understandable, right?"
He groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed. "No."
She watched him leave before looking out the window.
"At least you don't have nightmares."
"Hi," she said, almost shyly.
"No, you!"
Poppy sat in a chair by the window, tugging on her hair and glancing out across the city.
"Any dreams?"
Petra smiled, leaning back in her spot.
He kissed her cheek, laughing. "You're such a cutie."
