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She grinned, hiding her face in her hands. "It is?"
"Yes. Jack, please."
"I feel just awful."
"But I'm not an elven child.. I am a fool with poison ivy hands."
She flushed slightly. "When we wear hoods, they're made so they can button around them."
"I'm not."
"Too bad."
"But.. oatmeal bath.."
"I mean.. Sometimes we decorate them on special days."
"No.."
"I feel bad."
"Embarrassing.."
"They're not like your wings.. I don't know if we have anything different than the usual."
"No.. No doing that."
"You're lying to make me feel bad."
She looked up at him brightly. "Really? I mean, I had some fun in the woods but now I'll itch.."
She grinned, folding her legs and moving closer.
"Uh.. No."
"Stop it."
She nodded slowly, standing up. "Right. At home."
