[Treasure. Shiny rocks and shells. Makes sense. She's a kid, and she doesn't discriminate when it comes to deciding what counts as "treasure." He has somehow come away with the distinct impression that you could give her anything, from a candy wrapper to a pebble, and it would be acceptable as a treasure.]
[Spring, though. He sucks in the wall of his cheek, thoughtfully.]
You like it when it's sunny in the spring, or when it's rainy? Gotta favorite number, maybe?
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[Spring, though. He sucks in the wall of his cheek, thoughtfully.]
You like it when it's sunny in the spring, or when it's rainy? Gotta favorite number, maybe?