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She grinned. "That's a paradox."
"I am!"
He returned to the stove, making larger stacks.
He glanced up at her, his eyes tired. "Hey."
"That's nice."
"I'm your best friend!"
He gave her a slow grin. "Of course."
Rowan was cooking breakfast over the stove top, some sort of egg quiche dish that he placed in the oven.
"So if you hit someone with them, they don't hurt?"
"I'm your muse. I pop into your thoughts."
Jack put a bowl of small pieces of pancake in front of Sawyer and Sawyer gurgled, chewing on a corner piece.
(...Zoop?)
He leaned back in the couch. “Do your horns have nerve endings?”
“I just am.”
He gurgled, reaching for her again.
“Thank you,” he said quietly before leaving the room.
“We could figure it out.”
“Sure I am.”
He put Aubrey in her chair and gave her a chocolate chip pancake.
