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Mad Eye Touz 
Plymouth, as he always had and probably always would with Cela, reached up and touched his cheek after her kiss. The predictable slow grin crept up his face. "Better than socks. Or, I have I high hopes anyway."
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After a pause, he added, "You'll have to be careful with those now, you know." Those clearly utterly-meaningless-to-everyone-but-Plymouth kisses.
"Careful with what? Bedsocks?" Cel propped herself up on her arms and looked at him curiously.She moved her leg to nudge his knee and scrambled to sit up, summoning a cushion non-verbally (cos it was like her way to be all like LOOKWHUTICANDOOONOWPLYMMY without actually bragging about it). She hugged the cushion and sat with her feet tucked uner herself.