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Fitz stalked over stiffly and said, “Sophie, can we talk?”

Sophie nodded nervously and said, “Of course.” She stood up and shook out her tunic. She walked over to a secluded area of the field with Fitz.

The tension in his shoulders went away and he said kindly, “I’m not mad, Sophie. This is my proof.” He handed her the box of ripplepuffs but held onto the crush cuffs.

Sophie relaxed and opened the box. She smiled but it faded slightly when she reminded herself that she hadn’t told him yet.