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‘Is this weird? It feels weird.’ Po rubs her cheek, leaving behind a streak of white residue, and makes a face.
Tilly brushes it away, thumb lingering. ‘When has weird ever been an obstacle for us? Are you having fun?’
‘Yeah, I am.’ Her voice is slightly embarrassed. ‘I feel like this should feel… beneath me. But it’s fun.’
‘Think of it as historical hands-on research. You love research.’
‘That I do.’
‘And you love ice cream.’
‘With all my heart.’
‘And you love me.’
‘With even more of my heart.’
‘That doesn’t make sense.’
‘You don’t know enough about Xahean biology to say that with certainty.’
‘That’s irrelevant. How can there be even more of all of something?’
Po pauses. ‘My love for you transcends the rules of physics and grammar?’
‘Well. I guess that’s definitely the correct answer.’ Tilly swipes a finger around the bowl and offers it to Po, who cocks an eyebrow at her in confusion. ‘It’s one of the most important parts of the ritual of baking.’
Po tentatively licks the tip of Tilly’s finger, and then draws it into her mouth to suck it clean. ‘Agreed.’
Tilly brushes her thumb against Po’s lips. ‘Good.’