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"Well, work is very exciting."
He relaxed, his gaze softening to normal.
"What about singing?"
"No, but I think you deserve this."
"It was.. alright."
"Maybe you will."
She shook her head. "I think it suits you.. A happy life, I mean."
Francis stretched his arms. "Thank you for making this, Poppy."
"Maybe you'd play for me once."
She chuckled, tilting her head with a small smile. "A good lifetime?"
Francis chuckled, taking a plate.
He nodded slowly. "I see.. Do you still have a fiddle?"
She grinned, looking up as well. "Of course I do."
He sat down. "No, thank you."
Sam shifted, turning over.
"Do you play an instrument?"
She sighed, shaking her head.
He nodded, standing up and doing as she asked.
He was asleep, his arms stretched out.
He shook his head. "What about you?"
