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Aubrey grunted at him, and Avice opened the door, her eyes widening as she quickly set down the water and medicine. "Jack! What are you doing?!"
He grinned, picking up the basket. "Fine." *** She stood. "Nuh uh."
"Not sure what you mean." He shrugged. "Sorry."
He paused, pulling away. "Oh my god."
She smacked the bed. "Da!"
"Maybe he's just annoyed. Either way, let's go pay." *** She shook her head, sitting up. "Nuh uh."
He shook his head. "What for?"
"I want us to have a good time, Poppy.. We can go back to the hotel if you'd like.."
Aubrey whimpered.. "Da?"
"Don't be mean to him. He's probably tired." *** "But.. Your gift.."
"What is that?"
He looked concerned. "Poppy, please talk to me."
She clapped her hands, sitting back. "Mama."
He caught her, his eyes bright. "There!' *** "I don't want to."
He shrugged. "I did nothing."
He looked nervous. "Poppy, please..'
She patted his face. "Da! Da! Da!"
He set down the basket, and opened his arms to her. *** "I'm tired."
He hesitated, but grinned. "Keep at what?"
He watched her carefully. "Poppy.."
