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She went to go get ready, fastening her watch to her wrist.
He brushed her hair back with long fingers. “What are you thinking about?”
“Maybe I could fix it while you rest,” Petra suggested.
He grinned, kissing her cheek. “You like it?”
“No, you’re not.”
"You're mine, stink fumes and all."
He kissed her forehead. "Boop."
She came over to him about ten minutes later, setting his food and a mug of tea next to him. "Your prosthetic was pretty messed up in the accident."
He tossed it up in the air and it shimmered as it exploded, dusting falling down on them.
"I'm not arguing like this."
She was quiet for a moment. "...my stinky boy."
"I love you too."
She hummed under her breath, bustling in the kitchen.
He held a pool of bronze Enryli in his palms.
"Sure you could!"
"Good. Stinky boy."
He flushed, looking down at her. "You're just biased."
"Breakfast sandwiches," she replied with a yawn. "And some tea. That okay?"
He hesitated before nodding. "As long as we don't set the forest on fire."
"Stoooppp."
