[After setting her cider down so that she doesn't spill it anywhere, Heather rocks back in the chair, laughing and clapping her hands. Because SHE HAD NOT EXPECTED HIM TO PULL OUT THAT RED MARKER and between the surprise, the nostalgia, and the tipsiness, it all just strikes her as extremely funny. And sentimental, too. But mostly funny.]
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HAHA, well shit, I guess we gotta!