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"You're mad, aren't you?"

"No, you did that smile thing which makes it impossible for me to be mad at you." Guppy says, rolling his eyes at his wife as she peers through the living room window.

"I'm sorry, I really did think it had been de-flead." Frogspawn says, performing said innocent smile again. "I probably could do that you know."

"I'm not risking flea powder near our baby, it could be teratogenic." Guppy says, spraying under the sofa. "Just make sure it's not still infested before you bring it back in?"

Frogspawn peers down at the injured hedgehog she brought home this morning, which is still recovering from the shock of Guppy yelling 'Aargh, fleas!' at it.

"No, I'm pretty sure the one you found on the floor was the only one. Am I forgiven."

"Absolutely." Guppy says, smiling fondly at her. The bringing home of random animals is, at times, hard work for him, but he knows when you're close to someone you have to have give and take on thes things. "But I think this buys me three guilt-free accidental leaving the toilet seat up occurrances."

"I'd say five. Well, once we've got a toilet seat."

Guppy puts the flea powder down in order to answer the phone.

"Hello... yes, I'm her husband, who's calling? I'll pass you on, one sec." He pulls the phone away from the flea powder into the hallway. "It's for you, it's Tanya."

Frogspawn stares for a moment, then thanks him and takes the phone. Guppy smiles slightly, then goes upstairs to give her space.

He knows they haven't spoken in several years, they probably have a lot to catch up on.