Once they're settled in the cab, she takes his hand in hers, tangling their fingers together as she talks to him about the shop, how Roland has decorated her office with pictures and how Henry's magic lessons are coming along. But as they drive away from anywhere she would have guessed they'd go, she physically twists a bit to look at him, a bemused smile on her face.
"If you're taking me to the woods to camp..."
Well, she wouldn't hate that, but she wouldn't have worn heels.
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Date: 2015-08-18 01:51 am (UTC)"If you're taking me to the woods to camp..."
Well, she wouldn't hate that, but she wouldn't have worn heels.