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She nodded slowly. "We've done a lot of traveling lately."
He frowned slightly. "What does that mean?"
She ate quietly as well, her legs crossed.
He shook his head slightly. "You'd say no."
She took it gratefully, kissing his cheek.
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly, his brows furrowed.
She sat back down, leaning back on her hands.
He seemed nervous, pulling away slightly. "I don't remember."
"Surprise me?" she asked, looking up at him.
He tensed as her hand brushed his chest. "What do you mean..?"
Cal crossed her arms at him. "He's not a traitor, Puck."
"It's not the type of thing friends generally do," he said quietly.
"That could've been a kidnapping," she told Puck lightheartedly, laughing slightly.
"Mhmm," he murmured, turning his head into the bedroll. "It's good."
She relaxed now that he was back, her gaze soft. "What'd you get?"
"We're doing it now, aren't we?" he asked, his voice soft.
He grumbled sleepily. "I told you hugging was okay."
She brightened a little. "What is it like there?"
His eyes were still closed. "I'm okay."
She tilted her head. "You did? In town?"
