[It's about the time he finishes the second marshmallow that she is thoroughly convinced something is up. Of course, him being who he is, she knows he isn't about to tell her outright what it is. So she licks her fingers clean, toes off her shoes, and then scoots over so there's room for him to sit beside her if he wants. And by the way her brows are raised and her head is tilted, she is not about to easily take no for an answer.]
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