(Soup!) When Francis returned home that evening, he would hear Poppy talking anxiously on the phone, her back to him as she looked out the window across the city. "And you're sure? I don't... I don't want to tell him about it unless you're sure."
She glanced back and gave him a small smile, although her brow was still furrowed. "I see," she said, speaking a little quieter. "Okay. Okay. Uh, I have a lot of questions, but I'll call soon. I...I have to tell him first. Okay... Okay. Thank you."
She sat across from him on the couch, frowning slightly. She took one of his hands in both of his, kissing the back of it quickly. "Okay. Okay. So..." She sighed. "We've been summoned for a new mission. You and I."
She gave him a weird look before sighing. "The mission is pretty dangerous. I don't... both of us are going out there."
She sighed, crawling across the couch to slide onto his lap, holding his face in her hands. "I really wish you weren't going."
"Not because I don't love to have you nearby," she hastened to clarify. "I just... I really don't like the idea of you on a dangerous mission."
