She sighed, moving over to him and running a hand through his hair. "You should," she told him. "You definitely should." *** "Really? This is what he wants to do with his life?"
"Well, then, this is certainly the lamp we must steal. To find out the mystery behind it." * * * "...wow. Well, at least he's happy, I suppose?"
"Yeah," she said, tucking it under her arm. "Are you sure you don't want to steal all the lamps?" * * * "Don't. He's living the dream."
She sighed dramatically, pulling her hair back before taking his hand. "Hmph. Fine then." * * * "What a guy. We should ask him the secret to a blissful life when he gets back."
"Although I can't promise I won't steal a coaster," she muttered under her breath. * * * "Why? Why shouldn't we know?"
She paused, turning to look at him curiously. "You okay?" * * * "Sure you can. That's the whole point."
He blinked, his brows furrowing. "Huh? I'm fine. Let's grab a coaster and head out." *** "But we wouldn't want to seem rude.."
She cocked her head, her brow furrowed. "Hm. Okay. If you say so." * * * "It's not rude; we want to know the secret to his genius."
