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He nodded, raising an eyebrow at Poppy. "No pantsuits."
"..Yes." *** "Nuh uh. You definitely are lying."
She put a hand on the door before going in for another kiss.
He shook his head, his brow furrowing. "Pantsuits."
He squinted. "You'll never break me." *** "That's.. not how it works."
"Right," she replied, raising an eyebrow. "And what do you try to do?"
"Please tell my beloved fianceé that pantsuits are not great."
He hesitated. "Yeah." *** She squinted, then nodded. "Sure."
She moved to shut the door. "Now what did I tell you?"
"Pantsuits are literally the worst. Don't even kid."
"Hm. Do it." *** "Framing chicken nuggets? Ehh.."
She stood up and approached him, her eyes fierce as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to kiss him deeply.
"Poppy," he began, shaking his head. "No."
"Nope." *** " Now that's a little weird."
She raised her eyebrows. "Jack Curnow, if you walk out that door, so help me."
He chuckled. "Well, we already know you don't want anything big and clumsy."
" You don't scare me anymore!" *** She beamed excitedly. "I love them!"
She quickly sat up, looking at him with a sharp eye. "Oh no you don't."
He gave a low chuckle, kissing her cheek.
He gave her a smile. "I'm comfortable being around you." *** "Right?! Nuggets and carrot sticks!"
