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He got down, stretching his arms. "Bagel?"
"Still a nice blue."
"I love you."
"Pepper," he replied, finally grabbing the bottle. "I have no idea why it's so high up."
"Yeah," she replied before shrugging. "That's just a weird example. Yours are blue, too."
"You don't trust me."
Sam had made bangles with cream cheese. He was standing on a stool to get something from cabinet.
She looked up at him. "My eyes?"
"Can't you take my word?"
He sighed, standing up to make food.
"I like blue. It's calm."
"I do not."
He would wake up while she was showering, yawning.
"That's fine. We don't have to."
"I don't hate you."
He shifted, not yet waking.
"It is how it works.." She was quiet for a moment. "Unless, of course, we celebrate your birthday as well."
"Stop it."
Sam was at the table his face buried in his arm over the book.
"Ah. That means I still don't have to celebrate my birthday."
