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“Hey, Watson?”
“Mmm?”
“This … this is ours. This is our apartment.”
“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Don’t be horrible.”
“I would never.”
“…”
“No, but really, this is our own apartment. We live here now. By ourselves.”
“Yes, Daisy. That is generally what buying your own apartment means. Is this news to you?”
“And you say you’re never horrible.”
“Aw, come on, Daisy dear. I’m only teasing because I love you.”
“…”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Ah, but you kissed me anyway.”
“Yes, shut up.”
“Are you going to make me?”
“…”
“No, wait, I had – I had a point. I was trying to – mm. I was trying to say some – Hazel, please, that – that tickles.”
“Sorry, love. What was your point?”
“My point … My point was … kissing my jaw is not better for my concentration, you know.”
“I know.”
“Horrible. Anyway, my point was that we live by ourselves now, for the first time ever. No servants, no maids, no kitchen staff. It’s all up to us.”
“Daisy Wells, are you nervous?”
“Shut up, Watson.”
“Oh, sweetheart. We’ll be alright.”
“… But how do you know?”
“We’ve been staring down cold-blooded murderers since we were thirteen, and nothing has killed us yet. And besides, we’ve got each other. We’ll make it, together.”
“Has anyone ever told you what an incredible sap you are?”
“You, frequently.”
“Yes, and I’m right.”
“…”
“Mmm, what was that kiss for?”
“Just because.”
“… Hazel Wong, I do believe you might be the most perfect girl to ever walk the earth.”
“Oh, hush.”
“I love you, you know.”
“I know, Daisy. And I, you.”