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She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah.."
He kissed her cheek, holding the soup in one hand. "I know. I will."
She laughed adoringly. "Would you rather me love you more?"
She nodded. "Whatever you think is best."
He chuckled. "Alright."
"I love you both equally, then."
"Anywhere is fine," she said brightly. "I don't mind."
"I'm not saying I dislike the taste. I don't mind it, really."
"I dunno. It's a 50/50 chance."
"I said person; not dog."
She took it, gently intertwining their fingers.
"Eh.."
"Person," she replied. "The best person."
She sighed, standing up. "Uh huh."
"No medicine satisfies me."
She leaned over to kiss his cheek. "You're the best."
"You're bullying me."
"Not the most appetizing," he teased, taking off the lid before downing it. "It will have to do."
She took his hand. "I looove you!'
"That's different. That was, like, 16 years ago."
