Mm, all right. She wasn't worried about him not being interested anymore. Agatha kept her eyes locked on Fredrick's, keeping a coy smile twisted on her lips. Ah, yes. Now she did not have to worry about being pretty enough or smart enough or---whatever it was that made him look at her like that. At least, not try so hard, anymore. Agatha felt a wave of victory flush through her (and, predictably, this wave made her blush) and she continued in front of Fredrick (did she appreciate the fact that she was wearing form fitting bell bottoms? Oh. Yes.).
"Well," she said over her shoulder, "I suppose that makes sense. But for each 'Aggie' I get a spoonful. Deal?"
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