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"Do you not believe me?"
"Is that a yes?"
"Just a couple more minutes. Be patient."
"Not to you."
"Everyone needs braids, Zad."
"R-O-W-I-N."
It was a golden brown, filling the cave with a sweet aroma.
“Would I lie?”
“So you can look nice for the party!
“Yes. It’s spelled R-O-W-Y-N-N.”
“You’re a natural,” he said with a grin.
"Never, Av."
"Good, good. I'll braid your hair."
"You spelled it wrong."
He paused before taking her hand, guiding it to flipping the pancake.
"You did."
"Are you going?"
"Beautiful."
"That's good," he agreed. "Now flip it."
“You fixed all my problems.”
