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"I'm not picking those."
She blinked. "You are?"
He chuckled. "Right. Stealing blankets." *** "Eh. Not that one. That's my least favorite one."
"A dress," he decided. "I think outside of the box."
"No harmful ingredients!"
"Hmph. Fine." *** "I want to!"
"Nooo," he teased. "No wearing your underwear in the wedding."
"Not a single bit!" she promised, her eyes bright.
"What if you bought it?" *** "Wait, really?" She asked excitedly.
He pursed his lips. "Okay. Then I'm leaving."
"I promise I wouldn't!"
"It's just a blanket." *** She laughed. "You're joking, but I'd be okay with that."
He raised an eyebrow at Poppy. "You said you weren't."
"But if I make you a pie, will you eat it?"
He shut the door before leading her to the car. "Sounds good." *** She seemed thoughtful. "Hm.. No clue."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not superstitious."
"I thought we were supposed to trust each other."
He nodded letting Nacho in. "Yeah. Let's get going." *** She nodded, standing up. "Yep!"
He blinked, tearing hos gaze away to look towards Clara. "No?"
"Ugh," she murmured, gripping his shirt. "You don't believe me."
