Separate names with a comma.
He kissed her cheek. "Sure."
She sputtered slightly. "One works too. Sorry."
Francis' eyebrows furrowed slightly. "It might take awhile.." he said softly. "But she'll come home in no time."
He laughed. "That's fine. You look cute in then anyways."
She hesitated. "Two maybe?"
Francis gently placed a hand on his son's shoulder, still watching Poppy carefully. *** "I'm sure they'll be great. No worries.'
He kissed her cheek. "You stole my clothes. That's all."
".. How many do you think?" she asked softly, squeezing his hand. "Not a lot."
He frowned. "Huh.." *** "No, I like kids. They can just be annoying."
He laughed. "Yes you are."
She only smiled softly. "We'll see."
Francis kissed her cheek carefully, obviously concerned. "Like the timer stopping?" Landon asked. *** "Kids are okay, I suppose."
"A cute thief," he teased, cocking his head.
She paused, unsure how to answer at first. "For a little bit," she said quietly. "Then we'll see."
Landon glanced at Val, an odd look on his face. *** "Uh huh," she said. "No trouble at all."
He laughed. "You look cute."
"Yeah," she said agreeably. "And in July, there are fireflies. And the stars are so clear."
He frowned. "And that's in the timers?" *** "It's okay," she reassured. "I don't mind."
He opened his arms to her. "Uh huh. Accidentally."
She sighed with a wide smile. "The ocean is so clear," she said, "that you can see the fish. And it's quiet, too."
