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She chuckled, relaxing once she had finished the oranges as she nestled herself in his arms, falling asleep easily.
Francis chuckled lowly. "I almost feel bad."
"We are going to be so prepared." *** Landon made his way over, his head cocked.
"I am," she replied, grinning slightly as she carefully balanced an orange on him.
He gave a short nod. "I suppose it will be."
"Woo! So smart!" *** Landon parked, looking around the parking lot curiously.
"I am eating oranges," she said quietly. "All the oranges."
Francis chuckled warmly. "It's safer if I stay with Poppy, so I don't think she has a choice."
She nodded slowly. "Sounds good to me." *** (Froosh?)
She paused before smiling softly as his figure, going over and kissing his cheek softly before returning to her side of the bed, proceeding to eat...
He chuckled slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You can call me Francis.."
"I'm not sure.." * * * "See you soon," he said softly, before hanging up.
She went to the kitchen, taking a minute or two to peel and pull apart the oranges, placing the slices in the bowl before returning.
Francis glanced, but didn't quite recognize her, before looking back to Poppy. "Is that Amy?"
"It won't! You're part of this pact, too." *** He laughed warmly. "It's fine with me. I'll meet you there, okay?"
She smiled softly, brushing back his hair gently. "Be right back," she said, taking the bag into the kitchen.
He grinned, his eyes warm as he opened the door for her.
"Nah.. We'll get a million eventually!" *** His tone hurried. "Oh! Ah.. Of course! Where do you want to meet at?'
She looked up at him with a frown. "Fine.. You should go change while I peel an orange. Do you want one?"
He nodded. "Yep. You?"
