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She took his hand and nodded as they headed for the door.
The snow evaporated instantly. "You can't hurt me!"
He closed the door behind him, and Petra got on her knees, taking a deep breath, her whole body shaking.
"How rude."
"My jokes are hilarious."
Poppy seemed slightly teary, but nodded. "Yeah. Me too."
"That's what you think."
"Yeah, you do," he grumbled, lifting his foot off Petra's head and heading for the door.
"Your love is lost, huh?"
He gasped, tossing a slice of bread at her. "Rude!"
She kissed their foreheads before standing up and heading to Francis, her arms crossed uncertainly.
"That's what you get!"
He looked down at Petra for a second before sighing. "Fine. Fine."
"You're hugging a pillow."
"I didn't know that did it for you."
Poppy sighed, turning to look at Diana and James. "It'll be alright," she said quietly, kneeling down next to them. "You're going to have a...
He burst into warm, bright laughter.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You know I'm not the one who can make that decision."
He came in, raising one eyebrow. "What's, uh... what's going on?"
"Yeah. Not a good one?"
