Seamus casually, quietly, nudged them from where they stood at the edge of the couch under the dust ruffle that covered the legs. "Lavender," he said again, an exasperated plea in his voice, "It is six in the evening. They're probably all gone anyway. Just stay, there's no point worrying now."
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