[Her smile is bright and ecstatic, and she sits up to move off of him. She offers a hand to get him back on his feet, and blows him a kiss before she hurries around the barn to gather dried hay and wood and anything that's left they can burn. Their paths cross as they work together, and she flashes him a wink or two.
Who knew a fire could make her so giddy?
Maybe it's because he's said he loves the way she thinks. That's motivation enough to kiss him deeply and take that lighter from him. She's the one that wants to light the fire here, and works at the lighter until a flame is produced and she's able to crouch and light a bundle of dry hay on fire.
The lighter is closed and tossed back over to him, because he can have dibs on the house.]
Do you think we'll need to use more of our gas to get the house going?
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Who knew a fire could make her so giddy?
Maybe it's because he's said he loves the way she thinks. That's motivation enough to kiss him deeply and take that lighter from him. She's the one that wants to light the fire here, and works at the lighter until a flame is produced and she's able to crouch and light a bundle of dry hay on fire.
The lighter is closed and tossed back over to him, because he can have dibs on the house.]
Do you think we'll need to use more of our gas to get the house going?