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He hesitated, but frowned. "You could have, Poppy. I couldn't... I couldn't do that."
Landon didn't move, but looked down at her nervously. Instead her continued reading.
They looked up at him at the same time, Avice's eyes flashing. Charlotte spoke. "Do we?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "An d what would I have done without you, huh? What would I have done? I shouldn't have to worry about that as...
Landon began reading as well, his head cocking slightly as his eyes scanned the words thoughtfully.
Avice paused, a frown crossing her face. "10 or 11 years ago."
His expression became harsh, and he crossed his arms. "Damnit Poppy.. What if I was a few seconds to late? You could have *squee!*ing died,...
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Funny."
His voice raised. "Poppy. Stop."
He took it, skimming the handwriting quickly. "How many pages are there?"
Charlotte smiled softly. "It's good to be here. It's nice seeing you again, Avice."
He nodded. "Okay. Sounds good."
Her fingers intertwined with his and her thumb rubbed the back of his hand. Charlotte spoke up. "I'm glad you like it."
He sighed. "I guess that works.."
"Poppy, stop."
She returned the gaze for a moment, before looking back at the bowl. "Thank you, Charlotte. It's good."
"I didn't want you to!"
He stopped, seemingly frustrated. "I'm serious!"
She nodded. "Sounds interesting. I hope you find it."
He followed, obviously protesting. "You didn't have to do that!"
