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"Hm. What else can you do with it? Can you make light or anything like that, or is it all animal related?"
He reached for her hand, looking alarmed. "Tez? What's going on?"
Poppy was dozing by his side a while later, her lips slightly parted as her head rested just under his collarbones, her fingers curling into his...
"I can't be the visionary of this duo," she said, tilting her head as she studied him. "There's no way I have more of an imagination than you do."
"Thank you," he said pointedly as he set the cake down in the kitchen. "Should I put it in the icebox to let it freeze again?"
"Huh. It's fascinating," he said, extending a hand. "May I? You use your hand to generate the magic, right?"
He stood up hastily, stumbling slightly as he put on his shoes. "Tez? Where are you going?"
(Zoop?)
"C'mon. Just picture it!" she said languidly, going to sit back on the couch again. "We could take the world by storm!"
"We're not doing this again."
"Yeah. You know, like elemental, or restoration."
He shifted slightly, looking sleepy. “...Tez?”
“Good... thank you, Francis.”
“I do. We’d be great.”
“No, you.”
“What kind of magic is it? What branch?”
She nodded sleepily. “15 minutes...”
“We’d be a comedy act!”
Rowan was fast asleep, his arms around Tez.
“Biased.”
