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She shook her head. "No you don't."
(Yep!)
He grinned. "You're a nerd."
She frowned. "Maybe. I don't know."
She gave a silent nod, not saying much about it.
"By anyone," he said causally.
She pursed her lips. "Snow clothes are usually ugly, so no. Just with a better jacket."
Avice didn't meet her gaze, and only followed Jack.
"What's your favorite piece?" he asked curiously.
"This time, yes, but next time I'll be more prepared."
She followed him, walking carefully. "Alright."
He rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine. Shostakovich then."
She frowned. "You're mean."
She nodded in agreement. "It is."
He kissed her cheek. "I know you are, but our difference in composers should nearly be a deal breaker," he teased.
She sighed, picking up some snow and flicking it at him. "I'll win next time."
"I don't much like it here myself," she responded. "We won't stay long, though."
He squinted at her. "You break easily."
She frowned. "I will. I don't steal costs."
Avice pursed her lips. "Jeez."
