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She laughed, her eyes bright. "I guess that makes sense. What other foods don't you like?"
He frowned. "Why would I be?" *** She kissed him again. "Barely?"
"I've seen how it can be at the lab," he said softly. "Don't be too concerned about me."
He sighed softly. "I miss you too. I just like relaxing with you, but we seem to find ourselves busy."
"I've never tried it.. Do you not like fruit salads?"
"Just some people people.. The editor of Chamberlain Weekly, ehhh.. Cypress Tribune.. Some others." *** "Oh, do you now?"
He rubbed her back gently, kissing the top of her head as he smiled slightly. "Me too.. We should do it more often."
"Fruit.. salad.."
He blinked, his hands on her waist. "Oh.. Well. I know some people." *** She moved to kiss him deeply, her fingers brushing his jaw. "I...
He nodded in satisfaction slowly moving to sit again the tree and keeping her in his lap. "That's good. I'm glad."
She folded her hands. "Ah.. That's.. Yep. That too."
He wrapped his arms around her. "What do you have planned today?" *** She chuckled. "Don't beat up the beach."
"But not now?" His tone was hopeful, and he tilted his head.
"..Everything?"
"I think you're great." *** "No I'm not."
He ran his hand through her hair. "Do you have to go now?"
"Just pick something!"
"And I'm not?!" *** "No."
"Sure. We can do that."
"Jaaaack."
