She squinted at him before taking his face in her hands and kissing him. "I love you so much, Craw," she said with conviction.
Poppy was curled up on the couch later that night, her head resting on her hand. She was dozing slightly, waiting for Francis.
"Hmm?" he murmured. "Oh, yeah. Totally fine. Just fine, but there was, like, a party and I may have had fewww drinks."