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Lizasaurus
Aron's little boy was cute, really sweet combination of Harry and James Potter. "Becs, I'm not trying to get your hopes up. I'm very serious about this. Things are going to change, and if it means dancing in an apron so be it." Meh, well it wasn't a dress and he hadn't said tiara, though he was sure either Norah or Emma would fix that and make sure he had one to use.
He sat back beside her, "Well. I'd sort of rather stay here with you. You never ruin evenings." Well, not usually...
Of course. "Mhmm." Her eyes scanned the room quickly again. "Seeing you dance in an apron isn't one of my dreams, funnily enough." She gazed at him. "If it was, then you'd have been doing it long ago." Tilting her head at him, Becca leant back in her seat.
"Well now that's a lie. You should know better than to lie to me." Her blue eyes were on him again as she readjusted her jacket. "You can stay if you want though."