Misha took the chair and made sure it was opened and the joints locked. He scooted it close to Sylvie. "Remember, I promised your mother I wouldn't let you eat yourself into a stupor," he said. "You want to do the honors, honey, or do I get to play Prince Charming again?" Off the plane, he wouldn't dream of treating Sylvie like an invalid, not when she could slap him silly.
"A game this week sounds like a great idea. Maybe we can get clearance for it."
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