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"I've never made that."
He smiled slightly. "It's what you said."
"Sometimes..."
She looked up. "Thank you."
"Perfume?"
Her hand brushed his arm as she took a breath. "Okay. I'll be okay. I'll be stronger."
"Yeah, sure."
"Since you think you're a muse."
She grinned, sitting down.
"Yeah."
She was confused, looking up at him. "Rowan..?"
"You said so."
"Then what about you?"
She gasped. "Wow. That's rude."
"Because they're pretty. I like them."
She said nothing, but definitely looked like she felt guilty, keeping away from him.
The waiter nodded, heading off again.
"I'm your muse."
She grinned. "Got you."
"Twinspurs."
