[His lips stretch into a grin and he leans back, pulling away from her to weave around a passing student and open the fridge in the limited space he can. He snakes a hand in and pulls out a beer, showing it to her with a wink. Then he reaches into the fridge further and pulls out half of a leftover sandwich he ate yesterday. Then he returns to loosely wrap an arm around her again, smiling down at her.] Now make me some pie while I watch the game, sweetheart. [The urge to crane his neck and plant a departing kiss to her lips is daunting, but he manages to ignore it.]
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