[Root's smile feels like the soothing, steady press of a palm against her chest. It's not the overwhelming wave of feeling that she's heard other people describe when they talk about what love feels like, but it's warm and comforting all the same. She doesn't smile back, but she lets her gaze linger on Root's, deadpanning:]
And how did you feel about that?
[Sorry, Root; you left the dumb joke window wide open.]
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And how did you feel about that?
[Sorry, Root; you left the dumb joke window wide open.]