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He looked around. "Be careful."
She grinned again. "Really?"
His smile grew wider. "Me too! Do you think you have the ingredients?"
He sighed. "I accept my fate."
She frowned. "You think uncomfortable?"
He grinned. "I would. What kind is your favorite?"
"You started it."
"Nuh uh," she said, shaking her head. "Cause I'd be sad if you moved because laying on you is really comfortable."
He grinned. "Really? Can I make cookies?'
He shook his head. "No you're not."
She nodded with a smile. "I'll lay on top of you."
He shrugged. "Watch movies or read or something."
He raised an eyebrow. "Ew. I'm not five."
"Ah ah," she said. "I just won't let you get up."
He shrugged smoothly. "Anywhere, really. We could take a walk, go to a cafe, even just stay home all day."
He grinned. "Nice."
"Pfft." She laughed. "If you can even get up."
He sighed. "That was a long time ago, but I still remember well."
He frowned. "You don't have to."
"Yes you willl," she sang, before frowning. "I will too."
