The mortal incarnation of the anthropomorphic personification of life and death itself was propped up with pillows against the headboard of her bed, knitting something gray and maroon striped. She hadn't decided yet if it was going to grow up to be an afghan, or if she'd get bored by the time it was a scarf.
She was thinking, too. About
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A relieved grin settled onto his face when he realized she wasn't. "Muffin or donut?" he asked her. He could share. Even if he had bought plenty of both with the intention of eating them all himself... What? He was a growing boy!
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He sounded a bit sheepish about that.
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He glanced idly over at where she was sitting. "I didn't know you knitted."
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She held her work up with the hand that wasn't busy with the muffin. "Do you think it wants to be a sweater or a scarf when it grows up?"
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She smiled. "Do you have any random hobbies like knitting?"
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