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When he says this, Astrid looks up at him, her eyes warm, a slightly wibbly smile on her face.

"Thank you, Donald," she answers softly.

After a beat she goes up on her tiptoes, and he sees a shy look cross her face before she drops a quick, gentle kiss on his lips.

Then she drops down onto her heels again and resumes snuggling. Inwardly, though, she's very very carefully watching his reaction.