[It's okay, she can't stop giggling at how ridiculous he looks either, and the longer she stares up at him and his mountain of hair, that smile spreads into the crinkles of her eyes.]
You sure? It's a pretty good one.
[But she'll relent and instead, her gaze softens, and she leans in to rest her head on his shoulder, careful not to stab him in the face with her spire.]
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You sure? It's a pretty good one.
[But she'll relent and instead, her gaze softens, and she leans in to rest her head on his shoulder, careful not to stab him in the face with her spire.]
Do you feel better now, at least...?