She snorts, and shakes her head, also ridiculously happy and trying not to think too hard on the fact. Recognising such happiness is a temptation to the gods to destroy it. Thus, this is nothing more than a simple night spent with a friend.
"No. Next week. When you're better. This week, it's cold borscht and pig's feet for you."
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"No. Next week. When you're better. This week, it's cold borscht and pig's feet for you."