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She raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh. Are you okay?"
He looked up quickly, going to the door. "Poppy?"
He blinked, going to bring it over. "The chair?"
She wiped off her forehead, looking up.
He looked confused, shaking his head and opening his mouth to speak before another rumble shook the world, bigger than before. He looked...
She laughed slightly, but seemed satisfied. "Good. Thank you."
Francis frowned, calling her curiously.
He laughed slightly, looking out the window towards the ground. "Working on it."
She went, obviously a bit nervous.
"Ah, you lost me."
She propped her head up with her free hand, holding one out to him. "Please?"
(Yoop!)
He pursed his lips, considering her and the height of the roof. "Alright."
"We'll figure it out."
"I believe that would be a thank you from me?"
"Hm.. Not true. Try some of my French toast!"
He stretched, going back to sleep.
"A roof as well.."
She observed the lines. "You can't tell me?"
He nodded, heading in. "Good."
