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"I don't even have a recipe."
He said nothing, his eyes warm.
She squinted at him before sitting up. "I'm gonna go make food."
He caught it, setting it on the table.
"It'll be fun!"
"I don't know how to make an ice cream cake."
He looked down at her, his head tilted.
"Meh."
"Yeah, sure. Thanks."
She laughed. "Perfect!"
"I'm not sure. The bakery, maybe."
He kissed her hair. "I love you."
She sighed. "Fine. Even though that was nothing."
"That's fair."
She chuckled. "You're funny."
"Hm.. I'll have to go get one, though."
He relaxed. "And you to me."
She nodded slowly. "What else is in it?"
"And handcuff people."
"You can have antlers like mine," she teased."
