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"Is it?" she asked. "I'll bet."
"Cause I was worried for you, obviously."
Husband-slash-boyfriend," she said. "And I wasn't biased when we first met."
She grinned. "Really? That's awesome."
He pursed his lips. "It's better you didn't."
She shook her head. "No, I'm serious!"
She smiled slightly. "What kind?'
He looked at her. "Yeah. I remember."
She nodded. "Oh yeah. Definitely. You're easily the most attractive guy I've ever seen."
"Butterflies?"
He watched out the window. "Yeah. Why?"
"Well," she started, "let me tell you. You're pretty dreamy."
"Butterflies are nice," she decided. "They're pretty."
He pulled the grapes out, passing them to her. "Here you are."
"Right," she teased. "But have you seen yourself?"
She rolled her eyes. "I guess."
"Apples, peaches, oranges, grapes," he trailed off. "Y'know."
She looked up at him. "You are too."
"Hmph. Yes you are."
He nodded. "Yep! What kind?"
