He slid the butter across the table to her and let his eyes drift towards the window. "It is. And if it gets too cold, we can always come back. Or find somewhere that has hot chocolate. Or something." It wasn't as though anything in town was too far from anything else, after all.
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Date: 2011-04-27 06:06 pm (UTC)