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Avice set the basket down gently, looking out at the sea for a moment with a frown.
She turned to look at him, her expression thoughtful. "Are you mad at me?"
He smirked. "Hm. Perfect."
She watched him go, her expression falling as she went to pick up the food.
"I'm not tired."
He raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.
"Just take care of her."
She turned over, looking stubborn. "Hmph."
"Wonderful."
She noticed, but was pacing slightly. "It- It doesn't matter. You should just take care of her. Just her."
"But I can't help! I wish I could help. I want you to be happy."
"You're my wife. I'm wearing a speedo right now."
"It's not fair," she muttered. Obviously something was bothering her. "I just complain and complain, and the smallest things bother me."
She looked over at him. "Is it because I was accidentally manipulative?"
"You heard me."
Avice went quiet before setting her down. "Fine! Do what you will."
"Are you sure?"
He was quiet for a moment. "Can I choose nothing?"
Avice huffed, looking upset for a moment before wiping off Aubrey's hands and picking her up. "Come on, now. Enough of that.."
"Do you not like it when I kiss you? I feel like you don't like a lot of the thing I do."
