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“Merlianne says no. It’s all sweet. Oh,” she added, “there’s some of that nasty chocolate stuff, too.”

“Chocolate! Yummm.” He closed his eyes and looked blissful for a moment.

“As long as it doesn’t touch my candy, I don’t mind,” she said, grinning.

“As long as my annuals don’t touch your girly-girly stuff, I don’t mind either!”

“I hope he brings some new seeds, too.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It’d be cool to have some different fruit. Oranges are getting old.”

“Oranges!” she called out and they both made faces at each other like they had a an orange rind in their mouths.

“They were great when they first got here, but I’m done with them, too,” she said.

He leaned sideways in the chair. “What else are you getting?”

The first thought that came to her mind — getting to spend time with Daniel — caused her to start slightly; when she spoke, she spoke a little quickly as though she were trying to cover up that thought.

“I had some poetry books, pillows, and teas. The news, music, school, some more models.” He looked at her funnily. She added, “And I’ll find out about being published.”

He crossed his fingers on one hand and then the other. “Here’s hoping!” Then he rearranged himself in the chair so that his legs were crossed too.

She laughed. “Thanks. If they publish me, I’ll let you read it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, giving her a disbelieving look.

“No really, I will.”

“Until I see it over the trans-comm, I’m officially in doubt.”

“FIne,” she said and playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

They were both quiet for a long moment.

“Hey, uhm, you haven’t said anything about it — did you want to talk about it?” he asked, suddenly serious.

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