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"Uh huh. I'm sure."
"Don't be upseeeet."
He chuckled slightly. "I'm not.."
"Why?"
"Aaahghh."
"Uh huh."
He gave her puppy eyes, which worked surprisingly well with him. "Petraaaa."
"Remember.. Any problem we've had and we still are happy."
She looked over at him. "They do?"
She hid her face in embarrassment. "Stop iiit."
"You grabbed my tongue."
"Don't lie to me."
"It's always worked out. Right?"
She sat back, observing the single, bluebell as it contrasted against the white of the snow. "They're still your favorite, right?"
"I am not a cat," she muttered. "I can't help it."
"No, you."
"If I hug you will you calm down?"
He nodded. "Of course it will."
She chuckled, idly digging at the snow before reaching the ground. After a moment, a small, blue flower grew from where she dug. "Look! It's for...
She was mostly quiet, aside from the soft noise that emitted from her throat, similar to a cats purr.
