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"I'm not the assumiest! You're the oje who's assuming!"
Sam laid out a small blanket to lay on in his own area. "It's fine. A good roof, I'll admit, but I'm fine on my own."
"It is."
He didn't look up, only gave a small nod. "Fine."
"It's because you are assuming."
Sam was quiet, simply setting his things down nearby.
"Assuming."
Sam approached the meadow. He kept his eyes down, not wanting to see the scenery.
"I'm positive. Rude."
(Zoop?)
He glared at her. "No."
He turned without another word and headed off, his eyes down.
"Exactly. What do we do?"
"No," he replied. "I'll just meet you at the meadow. I've been there before."
"We'll have to see. Where will we get the white powder?"
"My house?"
"That's a lot. What if it doesn't look believable?"
He nodded. "Alright. I suppose I'll have to get some things for that, then."
"How important?"
Sam frowned, but gave a nod. "I am."
