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"Derrick.. Phos. They would know."
She smiled slightly, focusing on the food. "Thanks."
"Alright. No take backs I love you." *** "Okay.."
"I'll get proof," he reassured. "Just wait."
"I know. Don't worry about it. Besides, the soup is nearly done!"
"I love you." *** "Then you pick how many."
"It does. It definitely does."
She chuckled. "Oh dear. Nevermind."
"I love you, even." *** "Yes."
"You did the Tilt and everything.""
She went over to kiss his nose. "You'll find out later."
"I'm confident that I like you." *** "Nope. That's it. I'll get them myself."
"You are being stubborn."
She pursed her lips, before smirking slightly. "Vous découvrirez plus tard ce soir."
"No! No. I've grown fond of you." *** "No."
"Uh huh."
She opened her mouth to speak, before closing it again. "Nah."
He flushed slightly, and looked down. "Ah.. me too?" *** "Because I said so."
"That is not at all true."
"Because of Aubrey."
