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“Is that my shirt?”
Phee looks up from where she’s trying very hard not to burn pancakes. Henry deserved a break. “Yeah. Whose else would it be?”
Henry makes a move to take the spatula from her, but Phee holds it out of his reach and he settles for wrapping his arms around her middle. She’s so good at this. “I mean, you have other friends.”
Phee snorts. “You could tell if it was Ox’s. Or Revak’s. And I wouldn’t steal from Seila. She’s got like, two dresses.” She makes a face. “And only dresses.”
Henry grins. “So if I want to have clothes of my own I have to start wearing dresses?”
Phee turns, brandishing the spatula like a weapon. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Henry presses a kiss to her forehead, slipping the spatula out of her hand when her guard is down and nudging her out of the way of the stovetop. He flips the pancakes. They weren’t that burnt.
“I think Callie would have some great fashion advice for me…”