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June had made surprising progress, baskets of golden corn at the end of each row. As he approached, she pushed another one to the end of the row....
He grinned at him, his face lighter than it had been when they had first begun talking. "I need to go do some laundry," he told him. "I'll talk...
He seemed pleased, closing his book and standing up. "Thanks, Z. I think it'll be good. I have some more work to do, but I'll start trying to...
"I just don't want to leave all that work to you," he explained, continuing to sketch it out. "I could add wheel attachments so it could switch...
"What if I rebuilt them," he proposed, taking the notebook back and beginning to sketch them. "Instead of having wheels for legs, they basically...
He squinted for a moment before putting his hands on his hips. "Interesting... you saw those corn millers out there? June probably was pushing...
He seemed to consider this, biting his lip as he went into the kitchen. "Interesting... how much will it disturb?"
He was finishing the end of the table, scrubbing at some particularly stubborn porridge. "Honestly, I mostly need stuff to practice with," he...
He brightened, looking a little embarrassed. "Thank you," he said sheepishly. "But they're just ideas. Juniper tries to think of ways to get...
He stood and hurried off. It took him only a few seconds to return with a dense, heavily used notebook, its cover bound meticulously with dried...
He sat up, nodding. “That’s perfect. Okay. Let me, uh...” He paused, looking down at the table for a moment, frowning. “I should finish this...
He looked excited, sitting up. “That’s great! What kind of magic can you do?”
He would see his face light up, but he still looked reserved, as if he didn’t want to get his hopes up. “Really?”
Finneas glanced up in surprise, brushing his hair out of his eyes with his shoulder. “Hello, Z,” he greeted, looking a little curious. “How is it...
Finneas was cleaning the table, scrubbing in a cleaner. He had on rubber gloves and he was muttering to himself.
He would see her flush before disappearing into the cornstalks.
She gave him a grin before heading towards the corn. “I love you!”
“That might be best,” she said, looking over her shoulder at the lines and lines of crops. “I need to go finish gathering the rest of the corn...
She was watching him adoringly, her eyes narrowing in appreciation. “Well... maybe you’ll want to talk to Finneas about some systems... he has a...
She shook her head, reaching up and kissing him, her skin still wet with water. “You’re amazing,” she murmured.
