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He chuckled. "There's food, though."
"I think I will."
"Fine." *** She nodded. "Yup."
"I'm not, but stories are that they're more attractive than any mortal."
"Sure," he replied. "Do you?"
"That's alright. It's a good trick."
"Fine." *** She moved back, nodding. "Good."
"What if I said the same? What if I told you I mistakes you for a Roman god when I first saw you?"
"I don't think she is. I would hope not."
He blinked, his head cocking. "Although I like your original eye color better.. This will help disguise you."
"Then that's good." *** "You can have both, but.. which would you prefer?"
"Stooop."
"I'm not worried."
He nodded, looking at her. "What is it?"
"So you curse me?" *** "..No.."
"Stop it."
Francis frowned. "That's.. alright. I think we'll be okay."
He nodded, standing up and taking an empty bag with him. "Let's."
"But why?" *** "More than me?"
She flushed. "Now stop that. No I don't."
