[ This time, she can't help it. She does laugh, but it's a snicker she tries desperately to keep in check. It's one she can't help either, as her shoulders from the effort of trying to hold it in. This? This is a much better mood to use to talk to him. This suits him better. Something lighthearted for them both.
Lucy gives his arm another pat as her snickering simmers down. Her voice is soft again, only a touch louder than the distant shifting of desert sand in the wind. ]
Then let's go to our spot, when we have a chance. The place where we saw the stars.
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Lucy gives his arm another pat as her snickering simmers down. Her voice is soft again, only a touch louder than the distant shifting of desert sand in the wind. ]
Then let's go to our spot, when we have a chance. The place where we saw the stars.