The question, going home after baking cake or before? Which is basically the same as do you want to spend more or less time around me.
And then my rejoinder in the car, after she said have a good night. Me saying the best part of it has already happened. Sickly but heartfelt and honest. Her going awww.
Talking, really talking, about some of the serious stuff. Me deserving better than I am getting, apparently.
Warm fuzzies. The feeling of Home that she is.
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