 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
Malachi considered Frida's idea and then smiled. "That sounds like a great idea, a mini owlry!" Lemuel liked to perch up in the trees and sleep there, but having a proper place for the owls to roost made sense. When she rubbed her nose against his, he chuckled. "I said too pretty, not too sweet smelling."
'I'm never going to win with you, am I?' Malachi thought as he contemplated the tiramisu. "If you insist, doe eyes." He allowed her to feed him the pudding and grinned, feeling stupidly happy.
"Blind-Siding Bok?" Malachi repeated with a wry grin. "I can sort of see that... you blind-sided me after all." He put the cork back into the bottle, and put both bottles back into the cupboard, cringing slightly as Frida's
bag banged its way upstairs. "I would have carried that." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist. He whispered in her ear, "I love you."
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