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The mun tried to come up with a creative EP. He did. There was much trying.

However, there was also much fail, so Sam's just sitting out on the roof playing tunes on a leaf. He does that a lot.

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Beat.

Beat.

"YOU IDIOT!"

But she's laughing as she says it.

"You're a very cruel person." Sam says, gravely. "Very cruel."

"Am not."

"Are too!"

"You're breaking my heart, Sir Sam."

"But you called me an idiot. 'S was mean."

"Well, you were!"

"And you were super-cruel!"

"Can I make it up?"

"I suppose so. Somehow."

Her hazel eyes wide and guileless,

"Tell me?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Well, if I'm making things up to you, surely you'd have some idea of what you'd want me to do, mm?"

"No. Of course not."

"Not the slightest idea, Sam?"

"None at all."

"Well. I suppose you'll just have to catch me when you think of something."

"Or you could think of something."

"I have a one-track mind."

"Does that track involve knitting?"

"Well, knitting needles can be used. Sometimes. If you swing that way."

"..." Sam frowns. "No, thanks. For the needles, that is."

She laughs at that.

"So. What were we talking about again?"

Kissing totally counts as conversation, right?

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