(Lucretia exhales slowly, leaning back in her chair and finally looking at him. He has this strange expression on his face, like he can't decide if he wants to yell at her or not. Thankfully, though, he seems to be sticking to 'not', which she is selfishly glad for.)
Me too.
(She's not good at being wrong.
She reaches for another pastry without thinking, popping it into her mouth and then passing the plate over to him.)
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Me too.
(She's not good at being wrong.
She reaches for another pastry without thinking, popping it into her mouth and then passing the plate over to him.)