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Fleur looked up. "Ah. Nothing."
He looked concerned. "They'll come back."
She groaned, leaning back.
He nodded slowly. "I guess, but.. you can take it with you."
Fleur flushed, raising her eyebrows. "Vanilla?"
He frowned. "Why?"
"Seriously! It's nothing weird!"
He nodded. "What about.. decorations, though? Or anything."
Fleur couldn't help but grin. "It's just sleeping."
"Hm," he muttered, playfully judgmental.
"He's sleeping in my bed, if that's what you mean. I was there too."
"Do you want to do anything with the space?" he asked curiously. "Like.. I'm adding the pillow and suggested a floor bed."
"I'm not sure," she said. "That's why I asked."
He hesitated. "So.. What do you want to add?"
"I told you he did," she said, squinting. "Are you sure that's what you meant?"
He mostly watched her, his expression curious.
"Why do you think?"
He followed, his expression thoughtful.
She squinted at her. "Oh yeah? How do you figure?"
He nodded anxiously. "Let's keep going."
