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"Yes," she said firmly, looking up at him. "I think I will."
He grabbed a towel, and began drying her hair gently. "Because now you're all cold and wet."
"Hm. Do you have any ideas in mind?"
"I will name it, then. Jack Jr. it shall be!"
He sighed heavily, gently pulling on her shoulders to get her head out.
"Spontaneous?" He raised an eyebrow. "Since when are you spontaneous?"
"Maybe." She grinned. "Jack Jr. works too."
He took a step, obviously surprised. "Poppy, are you serious?"
"Like where?" he asked, standing up as well.
"Something simple but interesting," she answered. "I don't know."
"You're the queen?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Fine."
He nodded. "Exactly."
She kissed him. "But unimaginative."
He turned off the faucet, squinting at her. "Not right now, you aren't."
"That's good," he said. "We can do our project quicker."
"Still?" she asked. "Why not something more creative?"
"I don't trust you right now," he said. "You're loopy."
"I suppose it could," he agreed. " We can wish."
"If you had another bird," she began, "what would you name it?"
He sighed, following her. "What are you doing?"
