[It's...in the cider. She supposes she understands, and a crestfallen look crosses her face. The biggest problem here being that the knowledge of the fact that she's been dosed doesn't stop the way her body screams for him. She starts to lower her gaze in a tragic sort of mortification when he asks his follow-up question, and a startled look crosses her face.]
Of course I like you!
[It slips out so easily, in this state of mind, like it's not even a question.]
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Of course I like you!
[It slips out so easily, in this state of mind, like it's not even a question.]