#scarsdale

"mmm " A nod "You may have a point there. Sympathies" He winces, then sighs "I wonder if she'll want to have a talk with me sometime? Should be... interesting. Oh well, if she does. I man up, tell her I love you and would never hurt you."

"Don't you dare."

He blinks, "Don't tell her I love you if she asks?"

Confusion obviously "Perhaps I'm still a bit dazed after all, but I don't understand. Dont' dare what?"

"Dare ask her about intimate things."

"You can say you love me, though. Aye, as much as you like." She bumps a bony hip against his side.

"I was worried she might ask me" he explains

Then he smiles as she bumps him.

"Yikes, I hope not."

"I love you" he says obligingly.

and smiles wider "with all my heart and soul and soup filled belly"

"Mmm... you are too full to fly home. Come, upstairs. To thy chair, and you may digest both soup and literature. Sophia likely is ready for her bedtime story."

"I would like that" he says, bowl and spoon cleaned he dries his fingers and then takes her hand to kiss it, "We can't leave her education and rest dawdling."

Soft fussing over his fingertips, lots of kisses - after all, none are here to see the display. "We musn't."

He lowers his forehead to touch hers as they move further towards the steps, "a bookwyrm mind needs filling with proper tales. "

"I was thinking of a story with a tower, and a brave princess saving her prince..."

"Sounds like a good one," A nod "is the prince handsome enough to be worth the trouble?" flicker of smile escaping

"Oh, so handsome. Such eyes... in them, you see the June sky and the shadow of mountain snow and the sheen of the wide sea..."

"Lucky guy" He says led along, leading in turn... as they make their way to tell a bookwyrm a story

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