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"Uh huh. Alright."
"No, you shouldn't," he said. "Are you?"
She wrapped her arms his waist. "I love them a lot."
He laughed. "Of course he did."
"Of course," he said, going to set his stuff down. "My mom is the nice one."
"Is it?" she asked. "I think that's good, and that they a million compliments."
"It doesn't answer my question."
"You're very welcome," she said, turning back to the stairs. "Make yourself at home."
"I would hope so," she said, "because I'm pretty sure I love them more than anything else."
"That's not a great answer," he commented.
"Alright, follow me," she said, leading them up down a hall and up a large stairacse. There were multiple doors, but she stooped at one in...
"Well," she said, "someone told me I was like the sun to them."
He noticed, but seemed nonchalant. "Did something happen?"
"We pulled over because it was your turn to drive." He frowned. Elizabeth chuckled. "Do you two want to go to your room and set up?"
She stuck out her tongue. "Amazing right?" she asked, then looked at him curiously. "What is the best compliment you've ever received?"
"It's no problem," he said. "Let's just get it done."
She frowned. "Oh goodness. He's been driving like that ever since he's had a car. I don't know why, considering I know he can drive normally."...
"Thank you." She smiled at him, tilting her head. "I'd be worried if you got stabbed."
"I understand. Are you going to finish the painting at your house?"
He grinned, squeezing her hand. "It was very strange at first, but we're happy. Where's dad?" Elizabeth crossed her arms. "The study. Where he...
