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She watched him with furrowed brows. "Please?"
"I'm teasing you, my love. How about vanilla?"
She hesitated, leading him back. "What does that mean?"
"I still worry.. Please don't do it without me?"
"Chocolate?"
She took it, standing as well. "Are you going back as well, or are you still staying for Lark?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's what you get. Besides, I don't want you to get hurt."
"Wonderful."
She flushed, covering her face with her free hand. "Ah.. Thanks."
"You're just saying that. Anyways, I'm not letting you walk that far, yet. And I have to be with you."
He caught her hand and kissed it. "I know. Can we share?"
She nodded slowly, yawning. "I'm probably going to head back soon. These dresses are uncomfortable after awhile."
"Nuh uh. Remember that time I got stabbed and you didn't let me walk? I remember."
He offered a grin, obviously messing with her. "We can share."
"Nothing," she said quietly. "It's nothing."
She shook her head. "I'll ask if you can get crutches, but I'm not letting you walk around immediately."
"Then I'll share with you."
She frowned, a strange sense of anger overcoming her as thought of who would do this. She calmed, though, and her fingers brushed his hand,...
She pursed her lips, sitting up. "No, I will. You're still hurt, unfortunately."
"It's too late we shall get nothing for dessert."
