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He shook his head. "No. Not at all."
She squinted at him. "Trying to take my credit again?"
He chuckled brightly. "But you won't!" *** "Have you studied?"
He frowned "Are you trying to make up for it or something?"
She rolled her eyes. "And you can blame me if we find it, too."
He held his ground, looking down at her with a pleasant smile. "Nerd." *** "Hm. Then maybe you should try harder on your tests."
He kissed her cheek. "Technically you suggested it. Technically."
"That's okay. We'll find it."
He grinned. "You're a neeeeerd." *** Callie tapped Eleanors desk. "They're good for you."
He pursed his lips, crossing his arms. "Nothing anymore."
She chuckled. "Okay. Let's do that."
"Not as much." He paused. "Knowing how much of a nerd you truly are." *** She gave a small wave, taking fabric, needles, and thread from her bag.
He shook his head. "Let's just go."
She kissed his cheek. "No, I'm glad you're excited."
He sighed. "Only at first." *** "Awesome." She grinned. "I guess we should start the sewing then."
He shrugged. "I guess you would rather leave, though."
"A moment of weakness?" she teased. "Against what?"
"I question you more than you think." *** She laughed. "I have to amend my mistakes, right?"
He sat up, a teasing look crossing his face. "At least it's isolated."
She raised an eyebrow. "Let's boogey?"
