By the time she stopped sneezing and managed to pry her eyes open again, he already had a handkerchief out and was dangling it in front of her. “Thangks.” “Don’t mention it.” “How many of these things do you carry?” He lifted his chin. “Leave me some small mysteries.” She snorted. “Actually, I buy a dozen any time we stop at a town large enough to have a dry goods store.” “I always lose them.” “I know. That’s why I keep buying them.”
Awww
