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"Yup."
"Thank you."
He swatted at her hand. "Stop it."
"I really don't."
She tried to put some on, not very well, before curling up away from him and closing her eyes.
"Shush," she said, giving him a slice.
"Yes! I got it."
"Sure."
"Stop it."
She picked them up, taking them despite being unsure how to put them on.
She finished cutting the cake. "Fine."
She was quiet, mouthing it to herself. "Oh!"
"Not now."
"I know."
"Nothing," she replied quietly. "I'll be okay."
"No, you."
"What do they say?"
"Ah. Stop it."
She went quiet, shifting to look at the bottom of her feet, which were bleeding from walking so much without the shoes. "I'd rather not."
