He can't say anything to that for a moment. His cheeks flush warmly. He
nods. The restaurant is up ahead of them, all warm lights and big
windows. He squeezes her hand.
"Will we still call it the Crow Club? Even though neither of us are Dregs
anymore."
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Date: 2016-06-14 02:45 pm (UTC)He can't say anything to that for a moment. His cheeks flush warmly. He nods. The restaurant is up ahead of them, all warm lights and big windows. He squeezes her hand.
"Will we still call it the Crow Club? Even though neither of us are Dregs anymore."