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She pulled away, keeping an arm around his waist.
He crossed his arms, his voice becoming stern. "Poppy? I'm not going to go look for you."
"It wasn't mine originally!"
"Okay.. You have great handwriting."
Francis frowned, setting down the water. "Poppy?"
"Well, do you have any?"
She paused to wrap her arms around him. "I'm only teasing you."
He returned a moment later, a glass of water in hand.
"I think I'm all out. Only so many peanuts can fit in a purse."
"I'm just saying you and Natalia have very different handwriting."
He went out of the room to get the water, the sink running a few moments later."
"Exactly."
She put an arm around his waist. "I'm just messing with you, babe.'
He nodded slowly. "Thank you. I love you. I'm going to get some water real quick."
She nodded. "Yeah, I'll drive."
"Can they even read your handwriting?" she teased, obviously joking.
"Poppy. Just lay down.. Please?"
"We'll have to find out then, huh?"
She shrugged. "I don't mind that stuff."
He went and wrapped his arms around her. "Please just stay in bed. Just do I ask this once.."
