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"Nah, Tez. You're just going to get really itchy."
"They're a little inconvenient, though."
"No, baby. It's really bad."
"Oh, boy. Stop that."
"You heard me."
He hesitated, folding them against his back nervously. "They supposedly feel like silk," he said after a moment, "but more papery."
"I'm stopping before you hear my voice crack like 12 times."
"You lie."
He looked back, raising an eyebrow. "That's poison ivy."
He kissed her temple, rubbing her back.
He looked down at her with a grin, his eyes crinkling. "It's good you stopped me. I was just about to go up three octaves."
"You definitely are."
He headed off, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"Excellent."
"Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow," he sang, trailing off slightly as he cracked two eggs into the mix.
"I bet you're lying."
She squinted at him. "I need specifics, Gabe!"
He brushed his hand over it slowly before standing up.
"My explanation satisfies you?"
"And come ye back when summer's in the meadow," he sang under his breath, sifting the flour into a bowl.
