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"You're not the problem," she said sharply. "You're not."
Francis easily knocked down anyone he encountered with a quick movement, but continued.
She grinned, her eyes bright. "You suggested I should!"
She raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh."
He nodded before moving to look around. "Got it."
She flipped the painting over, showing him the front. It was the blue house, painted how they discussed. The paint was still not dry.
She shrugged hopelessly. "You can say whatever you like. It's downhill from here."
Francis put them on and moved in, the gun raised.
She grinned, obviously excited. "Yes! You get to see!'
He nodded, taking them. "What are they?"
She picked something up, it looked like a painting, but she made sure the front wasn't visible to him. "This!"
"That's not what you were gonna say," she replied. "But whatever."
He nodded "Let's do it."
She grinned brightly, raising her hands. "I did it!"
"I'm what?"
Avice opened the door with an excited look on her face. "Jack!"
"Okay, but they're pretty and they can fly."
(Yeah!)
"So? It's got no worries!"
He laughed. "I was worried Penelope would say that. It's not like I directly signed up for this anyways. Let's get going."
