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roses bloom only under special conditions; how fortunate of him. our good hunter quietly witnessed it, observed her gradual ascension to a state of great happiness. its genuine flow, too, coaxed him to share a genuine smile of his own.
❝ that’s good to hear. ❞ he playfully asked, even though the answer was clear as crystal. ❝ in that case, how about you stay for dinner? i’m going to cook something quite good today. ❞ just because it was such a great occasion, and she too deserved it for trusting him so easily in this case.
🌸 — His smile it was cute.. She’d rank it as the seventh cutest she has seen... The other six places were overly biased so it was an achievement in itself.
🌸 — The angel pauses as her rum hues shift over to the pot of stew, was that what he planned on eating? Stew was gross... but if she turned him down it could dent the relationship... After a moment she speaks, her soft gentle voice only affirming what anyone would expect her to say, “I’d be happy to join you for dinner.”










