Page 22 of Live, Laugh, Lurk
“Oh.” I shake my head and scoff. “No. Mostly that he could crush my exoskeleton with his bare hands and I could drop him from a very great height,” I explain blithely with a wave of one of my hands. “Also, he likes my apples.”
She barks a laugh, muttering something under her breath that sounds like, “Men are dumb,” but she’s smiling as she says it.
I ignore her comment and pull out a chair to take a seat at the table next to the light of my life, dragging my knitting toward me so I have something to do with my hands while we chat. Lilith has asked for her own version of my hand-made chunky-knit blanket, and I am happy to oblige. I can knit them in half thetime by knitting them in two panels, one with each set of hands, then stitching them together.
“Speaking of your apples,” she starts, and I glance up at her from my project, “I was thinking about adding a little refreshments area, like a little bistro, at the nursery. I could use your amazing Moon Blush to make some custom hand-pressed juice blends, like apple and pomegranate, or apple and mango.”
My horrified gasp causes her to whip her head up. “That’s atrocious! You would sully my precious Moon Blush with something as inferior as pomegranate?” What would be next?Actual garbage?
She rolls her eyes and swats at me with the sack from her drink. “You dork. Help me find an apple press.”
“Fine.” This right here is proof of my love for her. “Actually, I think I might have a good source of pomegranates for you,” I admit with a smile. I might not like them as much as apples, but I like that she is looking toward the future and thinking about building her life here.With me.
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