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"Cool," he said cheerfully, standing up and taking Callie's hand. "See you then."
He squeezed her hand before letting go. "More? Alright."
She sighed, kissing his cheek. "I feel like we've been arguing a lot. It's my fault."
"Of course," he said, looking up for a moment. Callie stood, taking his bag for him. "I'm sure there will be another meeting eventually."
He took her hand. "Don't worry about it," he said. "You've picked the best things."
She sighed, frowning slightly as she sat up. "It's alright. Sorry."
Landon tilted his head the photos, gathering them together. "We've best get going," he said, glancing at Callie. "There's work that needs to be...
He smiled at her leaning to give her a kiss. "They're perfect."
"I don't want danger," she reassured. "I'm not going to go look for it."
"I guess so," he said uncertaintly. "I think we can do it."
"Don't worry," he said, starting to open it. "I'm sure I'll love it."
She frowned. "With excitement, there's often danger."
Callie nodded thoughtfully, leaning into Landon. "I don't want anything bad happening."
He took the box from her, inspecting it. "Of course I do."
"Well am I just supposed to live a boring, adventureless life?"
Callie was quiet, still seeming uncertain. "I suppose."
"I'm sure it'll be lovely," he said, tilting his head.
"Just this once, this time," she said. "It ain't happen again."
Callie shook her head. "Honestly, I don't think you two should get too serious about it. I mean, what if it does turn out dangerous?"
"Sure," he said agreeably. "Pick whatever one."
