"Two weeks, Kitt. Said by your pretty pouty little lips," she got up on her knees, leaning over to tap his lower one with a wide grin, then jumped up on her feet.
"I don't know what I want you to do first; rub my feet or run me a bath. Maybe bath first, because, eww, feet."
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"I don't know what I want you to do first; rub my feet or run me a bath. Maybe bath first, because, eww, feet."