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He sighed, shaking his head. "It's not that exciting."
He laughed slightly. "I'm not insecure with our relationship. I'm only being an ass because you decided to comment on my temper, which is...
She laughed. "I don't know. It seems like a long time.
"Fine. Later."
"Yeah. Maybe I could. Having you around is making my mistakes and consequences quite obvious."
She grinned. "It sounds wonderful."
He looked up at her. "What?"
Sam squinted at him, saying nothing. "What's that supposed to mean, Briar?"
"Did you make that, too?"
"Plain, I suppose. I don't know hoe to describe it."
"No, I don't."
She grinned, kissing his cheek. "That's lovely."
"Yeah, for the most part."
"Makes people calm. It's used for meditative purposes."
She smiled, heading in. "Is it?"
He pursed his lips. "It's like any other house. A bit bigger, I guess since we all share.'
Sam glanced up at him. "Draught of Open Minds."
She stood after a moment. "It smells great."
Sam was downstairs, humming a song to himself as he mixed a potion.
She leaned back, holding the locket gently.
