She looked up at him from her spot on the ground, her head tilted slightly as if confused by his question. "Emma got to be Mama and Dad's flower girl," she explained. "I wasn't 'bornded' yet, though, so now I can be a flower girl for you. Because you're not married yet."
(That's adorable.) "Is that so? Well, you'll have to ask Poppy about that. I'm okay with it, but you need her opinion, too." He grinned, crossing his arms.
(Priorities. She's got 'em.) She frowned at him for a moment, before standing up and walking over to Poppy, tugging on her jeans. Poppy put down the drying rag, and picked her up curiously, balancing her on her hip. Bee spoke in a quiet voice to her, and Poppy listened carefully. Patting Poppy's neck as she talked, Bee's face was hopeful, and Poppy cocked her head, staying quiet until Bee finished her proposition. Then, Poppy replied with a raised eyebrow, her voice too low for anyone to hear. She kissed Bee's cheek, and set her back down on the ground, where the girl scrambled to get back to Francis. She raised her arms to him, looking expectant.
He picked her up with ease, his head tilted. "Well? What did she say?" he asked, a questioning look on his face.
Bee rested her hands on his shoulders, and smiled. "She said that I would be her first choice," she said, nodding. "She promised."
"You'd be my first choice, too," he said, gazing at Poppy affectionately for a moment, before turning back to Bee. "It's settled then. You'll be the flower girl."
(Gah. So cute.) Poppy met his gaze and raised an eyebrow with a small smile, before taking the next dish and drying it, her head bent over her task. Bee grinned and patted his face, an action that seemed to be consistent with her that showed affection. Lewis cleared his throat and spoke, his voice quiet but the room silencing immediately with his words. "Visitors," he said. "By which I mean people who do not live here - I can show you guys to your rooms now."
Francis set her down, turning to look over at Lewis. He walked over to Poppy, his eyebrow raised. "So you promised that she was going to the flower girl," he said quietly, a sly grin on his face. "You promised for her to that at our wedding. That's technically like promising a wedding, you know?"
"Did I?" she asked casually, with a small grin. "Huh." She folded the towel over her arm before turning to him. "I told her that she would be my first choice if the time came," she said. "That's innocent, isn't it?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, crossing his arms. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I suppose I may be overthinking. Just got a bit too excited, yeah?"
"Maybe," she said, with a coy smile, taking his hand as they began to follow Lewis. "Or maybe not." She shrugged. "You never know, Craw."
He frowned, squeezing her hand as they followed. "Wait, I don't like that answer. It's not clear enough."
"Hm," she murmured. They climbed the staircase, and Poppy glanced over her shoulder at him. "Sorry to disappoint."
"Only out of love," she assured him quietly. The group met on the landing, and Lewis pointed to the first room on the left. "Poppy and Francis, you're in here," he said, pointing with his thumb. He pointed to the second room on the right. "Clara and Kellen, you're in there." He pointed to the first room on the right. "Ed and Eve, you're in there."
Poppy kissed her father's cheek, and all of the couples split off into their various rooms. Lewis nodded and went back down the stairs, his gaze looking as if he was already lost in thought. Poppy nudged the door open and shrugged her bag off her shoulder. The room was a light blue, with a window looking out into the woods. It held a chest of drawers in the corner, a bed and a couple bedside tables. It wasn't really personalized at all, clearly a guest room, but it was pleasant enough, and Poppy went over to the window, crossing her arms over her chest.
Francis set his bag on the bed, before standing behind Poppy and placing a hand on her shoulder. He kissed her cheek gently and spoke. "It's really nice here. Your family is very cool, as well."
