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She frowned. "I know it is."
He looked around. "Let's just.. look as we go?" *** She smiled. "Thank you."
"That's not you're fault," he said reassuringly. "No worries."
"I know you don't," she softly, looking up at him, "but I want to help."
"Definitely." *** "I'm sorry," she said, kissing his cheek. "Forgive me?"
He shook his head, h8s hands coming around to rest on her back as he sighed. He kissed the top of her head gently. "It's not your fault."
She nodded. "Probably."
"Perfect. We're both bad cooks!" *** "Kicking things out of my hands? Bullying."
He sighed, looking away. "I know."
"Maybe it's to take our mind off things?"
He nodded. "I still want something good to eat." *** "You've physically bullied me."
She shifted uncomfortably. "It's okay."
She snickered, her eyes bright. "That's a lie."
He shrugged. "Eh." *** "I have not physically touched you."
He pursed his lips. "Go ahead."
"Psh. No I'm not."
"Maybe we can even make a real dinner tonight." *** She laughed. "I am not a bully."
He frowned. "Mostly just the jaw and abdomen."
"Definitely not, " she said. "I don't lie."
"And couch and tables!" *** "Cheater."
