Turning around Rose looked up at Rolf, sending him a cavity- inducingly sweet smile. “Maybe an owl spa should be your next venture,” she suggested, looking him up and down to confirm that yep, he was still every bit as dry as his humour was. That thought sparked an idea that had her look at him, mischief twinkling in her eyes, before she took a couple of steps towards him… and then a leap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed as close to him as he possibly could. “Can’t let you miss out completely.”
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