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Well, she'd started out somber, big gray eyes watching the lake through the window, before she'd sighed and turned to mark the compositions she had brought back from Avonlea.

And now there is a shuffling of paper, and a pen being placed on the table, and merry gales of laughter issuing from the table by the window.

Perhaps our young Miss Shirley has finally cracked.

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Gil might look just the tiniest bit smug.

Tiniest bit.

Oh, very well, a bit more than that.

"Terrible?"

Anne can look smug, too. She has the icon to prove it.

"Deplorable," she agrees, cheerfully. "I'm not at all sure I shall ever be able to forgive you for it."

"Can't have that," he says. "Whatever would Marilla and Mrs. Lynde say?"

A pause, while he appears to consider the problem.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Anne?"

"I'm sure," she says, with a laugh, "that you can think of something, Gil. After all, we wouldn't want Marilla or Mrs. Lynde hearing about it."

And perhaps she bites her lip, just slightly, and her gaze turns thoughtful--but it is only in passing and she is smiling as brightly as ever in a moment.

"I could get you tea," he offers, grinning.

"That would be perfect," she says, and grins back, letting go of his hand now.

Because tea is ever so important.

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