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"I haven't had caviar. And either works for me."
"Yes, you will."
"Hmm.. I'm sure it'll be good."
He squeezed her hand. "So where would you like to go for dinner..?"
"Because you'll try to escape."
She squinted playfully. "Are you sure?"
"Great. Thank you."
"Why not?"
"We'll see," she said warmly. "Many people tend to undermine their cooking."
"Not yet, please."
He didn't let go, his arms strong.
"Have you?" she asked curiously. "Well, I'll have to try, then.'
She said nothing about it, but folded her hands. "I can make something."
She moved to kiss his cheek. "Yeah."
"No, no. I want to do it by myself."
He dropped her gently on the bed, sitting next to her and wrapping his arms and legs around her.
"Of course I do. I mean, have you seen her?"
He frowned, holding out his hand. "Okay.."
"She is," Avice agreed. 'She's wonderful."
He shook his head, bringing her to the bedroom. "You asked for it."
