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"It's nice, isn't it?"
"That's... that's just not true."
"Yes, I do!"
She laughed, pinching his earlobe. "No, you."
He glared at her before standing up and heading to the potions, pulling a glowing blue one off the shelf and pouring it into a glass. He returned...
"It is, yes."
"Lots of people like rabbits."
"No, no. I'll figure something else out."
“You’re a hottie with a body.”
He squinted at her, shaking his head slowly. “I can’t spend my life with someone who doesn’t see a problem in being brainwashed to be used in an...
“I murdered Westley.”
“Name one more.”
“I’ll figure something else out, then.”
"No."
He seemed unconvinced, frowning at her. "Figure something out to do what?"
"That... yes."
"That's all the evidence you have."
He laughed. "Not a big fan?"
"I really do. You're a hottie."
"Figure something out. What's that supposed to mean?"
