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Avice glanced over, her brows furrowing.
She grinned at him. "Sorry."
He embraced her, his hand rubbing her back. "Don't cry, my love. Don't cry."
Avice didn't notice, her forehead resting against Dante's shoulder.
"Hm.. Fine. Flower eater."
Avice turned her head slightly, her brows furrowing before she quietly went back to her former position, jer hands folding in her lap thoughtfully.
"But you're not supposed to."
Francis looked at her, his expression gentle. "Not very long, okay?"
Avice was at a seperate table, sitting somewhat uncomfortably as Dante put his arm around her. She gave him a light kiss, momentarily freeing herself.
"Oh right.. the things you aren't supposed to eat.."
"Is this my chance to say goodbye to Poppy?"
(Breakfast!)
"What is, then?!"
He nodded, glancing at Poppy worriedly. "Okay.."
(Yoop!)
"That's so many favorites!"
He nodded. "Right."
She sighed after he had gone, crossing her arms with furrowed brows before getting ready.
"So you like vegetables? Are they your favorite?"
He kissed her hair. "I do know that. Trust me."
