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[He laughs a bit breathlessly, his thumb brushing over his cheek.]

Too much?

I tried to get him to go on a diet, you know, it's not my fault he's fat as hell.

You two are terrible! He's going to hear you and start to sulk now.

[She shakes her head, pulling him close.]

Not necessarily. It's simply... I'm not used to it, still.

[He noses against her.]

I keep forgettin' you've never done this before.

[She smiles.]

I can't remember anyone calling me pretty and actually caring besides my family.

[He smiles down, kissing her once.]

Well, now there's me. And you are pretty and I care a whole hell o' a lot about you, actually, so don't go anywhere.

[She returns the kiss, pressing her forehead to his briefly.]

I don't want to go anywhere. I like being here with you.

[And that's more than she can say for anyone else.]

Good. Good.

[He smiles down at her-- kisses her-- and then jerks up as the siren sounds.]

Aw, shit!

[She turns her head from the kiss and looks out.]

It's all right. We have ten minutes.

[She smiles, though, and slides out from under him. She grabs the basket.]

I suppose we'll have the picnic at home, then.

Mm. 'S not near the same. You wanna eat on the roof?

[She nods.]

Absolutely.

[She picks up the few things they pulled out and puts them back in the basket.]

...How do we get back?

Back the way we came.

[He takes her hand and tugs her forward, back down the hill to the cabinet.]

The best part is, nobody can touch it. No monsters'll destroy it.

Can't they see it, though?

[She follows him obligingly.]

Or is that some sort of magic as well?

Dunno if they can. They--

[He cuts off as they go through. Squeezing her hand, he leads them back-- and it's painless, but it's also slightly worrying.]

Yeesh. Anyway, they might be, but guess it don't matter much, long as we keep the doors closed and this end locked.

[She smiles and follows him, wondering why he's stopped talking...though she doesn't speak up.]

I wonder if I'll ever get used to this magic business.

Probably not. I've lived here a year and I still ain't. I mean, Christ, sometimes I come home and the ceilin' looks like the sky-- that's the next thin' he's workin' on, makin' the ceilin' look like whatever the sky looks like. Though, er, last time he tried he nearly killed us, so.

The sky? He can't simply walk outside?

[She pauses.]

...Nearly? What happened?

The, uh, the ceilin' caved in. Down. For a bit. We fixed it, though, so no worries.

[She's torn between amusement and astonishment.]

Jack!

Nobody got hurt!

You'd have gotten yourselves killed! And your rats! Think of your children.

Excuse me, the rats are on the third floor, the children and grandchildren are fine. Yorick just got a bit o' a scare, that's all, and we fussed over him enough after he didn't even remember.

[She laughs softly.]

He's got a horrible memory.

[She blinks when they emerge on the other side, adjusting her eyes to the light.]

Just be careful. If I hear your house has caved in one day while I'm at the orphanage...

What're you gonna do, kill me? I'll already be dead.

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