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"No, not really."
He blinked, standing up. "Okay.." He hesitated before pushing the chairs in. "Sorry."
She nodded. "Good. Do you want to head home soon? I can make us a nice dinner."
"I am deeply, deeply in love with you."
He frowned. "I can't recall where it was."
He knelt down as well. "Please? Let me help out."
"I want it to be never."
"You're lovely."
"Oh.. That's nice. I never learned."
He stepped closer, taking her hand. "Poppy.. Go take a nice shower. I'll deal with it. I don't mind."
"Don't say that.."
She watched him, a small smile on her face.
"It's okay. I just don't know how to sew."
"You're much more assertive than I am," he replied easily. "Do you want to take a shower while I clean this up?"
"That's perfect."
She grinned. "You're the only boy I call kind things."
"Yeah. It is."
Francis watched Poppy, his head cocked.
She relaxed, sighing. "I'm glad I still get to spend time with you when we get home."
"I only call you nice things."
