“I’m not one for snowball fights.” Jack admitted where he sat on the lounge floor amongst the magazines and swatches. “We’re t-trying to be adults here aren’t we?” he asked, tilting his head faintly. “This is more important than p-playing in the snow.” He looked down at one of the magazines and picked it up into his hands, looking over the elaborate designs for a reception area. “I-I haven’t even properly talked about it with you yet…”
She moved over to where he was, squatting down on her legs and leaning into his shoulder, acting a bit like an excited puppy. “What’s wrong with a little fun?” she asked softly, trying to keep the smile off her face. “Remember that time we tossed snowballs to each other? You liked it then..But you’d rather plan things? I’m amazed you decided to help me..I thought you’d say you wanted me to do it all.”
“It i-isn’t fair for you to plan everything.” Jack said, turning the pages in the magazine slowly. “I’m n-not some old style man wh-who will leave it all to the woman to decide on things…”
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