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She grinned, then leaned forward to kiss him. "Whatever."
"Hmph." He grinned. "Fine."
"I suppose," he replied, gathering the items and standing. "See you."
She covered her eyes with her hands. "No, I can't see anything."
"Well," Francis said, "it's not that exciting."
"Alright," he relented. "Fine."
She took one of the blankets and threw it over his head. "If I can't see you, I don't have to admit anything."
"There are plenty of things," Cal said. "It'll be neat, I'm sure."
He frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Hmph," she murmured. "I am not."
Eliza laughed. "I haven't heard that expression," she said with a smile. "But I'm sure he'll figure something out."
"Take it," he told her. "I'm not blind."
She blushed slightly, looking at the ground. "Thanks," she said slowly, unsure how to respond correctly.
"Thank you," she responded, going to get the rest of the plates before sitting down. "So, got any plans for today?" she asked. "Maybe going to the...
"The stuff," he said, sliding it to her.
He watched him for a moment, tilting her head. "Like what?"
"You can call me Eliza," she said kindly, setting the plates down. "I hope it tastes okay."
Francis noticed, turning his head back to the jar thoughtfully. "I think you need this more than I do."
"They're just words," she said, turning to him. "I'm not sure if I could be consisted poetic."
"Hm," he mumbled, turning back to his coffee. Miles watched for a moment, but then turned back to phone. A minute later, Elizabeth returned,...
