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He sighed, kissing her cheek. "Well, let's get you dry and you can put on nice dry clothes and it'll be all good."
" I'm not sure I like this conversation," he said, half joking.
She laughed, then kissed his chin. "I'm good at pranks."
He stared at her with wide eyes, setting the brush down slowly. After a moment, he picked up the towel and began trying to dry her a bit. "You...
He frowned. "I agree. It's scary to think about, though."
"Nope! It was all my master plan to find something nice for you!"
He frowned, picking up the brush before heading to the bathroom again.
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
"That will work," she said. "Now we just need a bird."
He sighed and then stood up. "Stay right here. Don't go in the water," he told her, leaving the room to look for a brush.
He tilted his head. "Where?"
"Hmm," she murmured. "Maybe?"
He sighed, kissing her cheek. "Do you have a brush anywhere?"
He chuckled, tilting his head as he followed her.
"The word 'Bird' is not allowed to be in the name."
"No," he said. "You're job is being a scientist. And don't you want to be dry?"
"No," he stated, "we can keep going."
"Well we can't name it Bird," she told him. "What do you propose?"
He continued to dry her hair, focusing on her. "Nuh uh. I'm trying to get you dry."
"I don't much like being spontaneous," he murmured.
