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"Definitely not," she mused, lifting a finger. "It's only because it'd create more problems!"
"I thought all dogs were supposed to be cute," he mumbled, before looking up at her. "I'd love to come."
"You would?" she asked, the turned her head towards the windows. "Cause who would voluntarily clean the cannons, right?"
"I don't have that much work. I can just do it later, or something." He smiled slightly. "Tom better be pretty cute, or I'll be disappointed."
"I'm not ready to live peacefully, yet," she decided. "I like the adventure out here."
He shrugged. "I don't really know. I guess I'm just curious."
"Of course," she said, thinking carefully. "I've always just wanted to do something peaceful, really, like painting."
"You're only saying that because it's true," he replied, then paused. "What are you doing after this?"
"That's good," she said, leaning back. "I'm glad you're not unhappy."
"Perfect," he said, squeezing her hand. "Now I'm positive that I'm your weakness."
She sighed, crossing her legs. "You're right, sorry. It... probably wasn't smart of me to ask that."
He grinned, tilting his head. "That's a good thing, right? It is, in my opinion."
She frowned, the crossed her arms. "Why not?"
"Mostly. I guess there was a little anger, but it's okay." He looked her, his eyes as adoring as before.
"Have you ever considered going back and doing it again?" she questioned, her eyes wide.
"I wasn't too angry, actually," he said, adjusting his collar self consciously.
"Oh, I see." She observed him for a moment, tapping her chin. "I think you'd make a good doctor."
"It would be easier for me to move on in that scenario, because I didn't know what was going on, y'know?"
"Are you? Y'know, I don't think I've seen you fight yet," she said teasingly. "Maybe awhile ago, but none recently that I can recall."
"I see... I suppose the situation was different for both of us, huh?" He took another sip of the coffee, his eyes facing the drink thoughtfully.
