"One measly kiss? My kisses aren't measly!" She scowled,"If you want to talk about something that's measly, let's have a conversation about your footrubs! All they do is tickle." She crossed her arms and whined,"And I do keep my promises! I do!"
"Then pay up first. Then we'll talk about that piggyback ride. I'll go wee, wee all the way there." Nashton countered decisively. A light in his eyes at their banter with negotiations.
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