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"Oh yeah? Like what?"
She raised her eyebrows. "No? Do you need glasses?"
"Shut up," she said playfully. "You do mean a lot to me."
He nodded with a smirk. "I told you."
She nodded. "Lead the way."
"It's pretty important, second to survival and my job."
"I know of 'The Tilt', for one," he teased. "You're incredibly caring. You always wake up before me, and go make breakfast while listening to...
She nodded slowly. "You're right."
"So?"
"That's not true. Food preference is just one thing.'
She raised her eyebrows. "All day?"
"It's the main thing."
He opened his mouth to protest, before shutting it and crossing his arms. "Well played."
"All that's left are fireflies.. I suppose we don't need them, though."
She flushed lighting, folding her hands. "That's all that matters to me."
"Like what? Can't be favorite drink or food, apparently."
She nodded. "Right."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine."
He laughed brightly. "People like me? What do you know about me?"
She pursed her lips. "Big yard, near the ocean, and fireflies."
