[ Yseult rolls her eyes at him, but leans into the kiss for a good long moment before sitting back and giving him a little shove back away from her. She moves off his lap and straightens her skirt as she shifts back toward the picnic spread. ]
Go on, then. [ she says, before chasing a grape with a bite of cheese. ]
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Go on, then. [ she says, before chasing a grape with a bite of cheese. ]