Deerington. [Theo lets out a short breath, almost a laugh.] Cute. Cute name.
[Then she sits, very slowly, leaning forward so none of her bare skin touches the bench. She keeps her arms crossed, looking up at him expectantly.] Okay. I'm sitting. Have at it.
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[Then she sits, very slowly, leaning forward so none of her bare skin touches the bench. She keeps her arms crossed, looking up at him expectantly.] Okay. I'm sitting. Have at it.