My taste of love

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…Penny couldn't help but laugh, a genuine, unforced sound that surprised even herself. The image of Leo, her impossibly suave Leo, battling a box of Catan was too much. It was hilariously, wonderfully human. “Thank you, Mr. Abernathy,” she said, her voice filled with a warmth that had been absent for days. “That… that means a lot.” He gave a curt nod, a faint hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Think nothing of it. Though,” he added, his eyes narrowing slightly, “perhaps next time, you might consider discussing your romantic woes in a less… acoustically resonant location. My cat, Bartholomew, has been quite distressed by the dramatic pronouncements.”