Separate names with a comma.
He leaned against the wall, his arms crossing. "And you're the favorite."
"I'm either going to try walking outside or walking back inside," she said. "Take your pick."
"Any time, sweetie," she said. "Let's bring them the food."
He nodded slowly. "We are," he agreed. "Do you think we'll get an A?"
"You can help me," she suggested, looking for solutions. "I just want to go outside."
"I think that will be fine," she said calmly, before looking at Poppy. "Don't worry, okay?"
"Oh," he said, a bit embarrassed. "Thank you."
She cocked her head, her brows furrowed. "Please, Jack?"
"Huh. I'm sure," she repeated, turning back to the food.
He tilted his head, slightly surprised. "My writing?"
"I want to walk. I want to go outside."
She looked at her. "How do you mean?"
There were four papers labeled with different names, and the observations drifted in neat and swoopy handwriting.
"No, I think you let it happen," she said. "I also think you won't like my first request."
"Alright," she replied, picking up a bowl. "There's no need to worry, sweetie," she told her. "Arguments happen."
"Organization is key, Abernathy." He grinned, passing her the folder.
"You basically let me win," she said. "Obviously you wanted it."
"They're just having a difficult conversation. We can give them a bit longer."
"I do," he said, reaching into his back to grab a small, black binder. "I also got this for our project, to keep it all organized."
She grinned at him before kissing his cheek. "You have to do anything I say, right?"
