[If it had not been obvious before, it is now as she looks at the final product, marveling at how the colours in the glass still manage to catch and reflect the lights in the workshop.]
Lovebirds...
[She mutters it under her breath, recognizing them, and she glances up at Cid.]
I think it is perfect.
[Slowly, she leans in to kiss him at last, those soft, warm feelings passing through within the tenderness of it.]
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Lovebirds...
[She mutters it under her breath, recognizing them, and she glances up at Cid.]
I think it is perfect.
[Slowly, she leans in to kiss him at last, those soft, warm feelings passing through within the tenderness of it.]
Where shall we put this one?