Bella scowled. "That says more about you than it does me," she huffed, pushing her plate away. "I think I'll be heading home. It'll be dark soon and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to get bit by a bug—or something," she grumbled, moving to her feet. She dug into her bag, grabbed the scarf she'd knitted him, and hastily tossed it on the table. "Here, a new cleaning rag. You need one around here."

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