"I think it's possible? If it's able to do everything else? I mean, someone idly wished for snow and here we are. It's listening to some extent." She really wanted to be wrong, though. "I promise that's it." They'd had a wonderful day so far, and she might not always tell him when things were wrong, she wouldn't lie to his face. "Get the marshmallows or I'm drinking both mugs." When he got like this it was usually better to direct that energy toward a task. Meanwhile, she poured the mixture into the mugs, wrapping her fingers around the warmth of her own and sighing softly.
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