[Put it that way and it almost sounds like you're trying to con him into sleepovers against his will. That's some real shady business, bud. By the time he comes around, Blanket Mountain looks a little more like Blanket Molehill, and the sun's sunk a little lower in the sky. He cants his head back at her and stops a few feet away, hanging outside like the unreasonable, stubborn, cold-weathering people they are.]
Look at you.
[That's some setup she's got. Makes you wonder why she'd bothered fishing after his.]
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Look at you.
[That's some setup she's got. Makes you wonder why she'd bothered fishing after his.]
Settling down already?