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"I can't. It's a secret."
"It's normal for me."
"Maybe I said it to impress."
He relaxed, kissing the top of her head.
She offered it to him. It looked like a drawing done by Aubrey.
"Yuh huh! I do have a plan."
"No, not really."
He waved it off. "Maybe."
The lights appeared, shining the same as before.
She disappeared into their bedroom, only to return a moment later with a slip of paper.
"My plan."
She shrugged. "I'm not the teacher."
"You flatter me, Poppy."
He got into bed, having his hand in the air.
She headed into the other room, her eyes bright.
He squinted at her. "All part of the plan."
She looked back at him. "Teaching? I've never taught before."
"Nah.. I only follow recipes half the time."
He gently squeezed her hand. "We could have the lights, tonight. Those help me sleep."
She kissed his cheek. "Of course. I just remembered something."
