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[The way that he says her name right then makes all of the trouble worth it. All of the time spent searching, all of the sneaking around behind his back to get her hands on those bags, and then the designing of the mug. She is no artist, to be sure, and the writing and the hammer are far from perfect, but she knows that it will mean much more to him that it isn't. She knows that it doesn't have to be "perfect", if only because it was created by her hand. Though, to be fair, she is quite proud of what she did manage.

So when he leans in to kiss her, she is all smiles, and between the happiness and the wine warming her blood, she tries and fails to stifle a little giggle against his lips.]

You ought to make me some of your coffee in the morning, yes?