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Pandora stirred in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open. She could hear Ronan singing. Leaving the blanket on the sofa, she wrapped her arms around herself and made her way into the kitchen.
Leaning on the doorframe she watched him cooking and smiled. "I hope I'm not expected to sing for my supper, I don't think I'd earn any."
She went and sat at the table, still feeling woozy. "Darling, could you make my potion please."
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