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She doesn't know how to interpret the expression Oxton makes. Squinty, head tilted, like she forgot her glasses and is trying to see.
"Your face will freeze like that," says Amélie.
"Still better'n yours," Oxton responds cheekily.
It's decidedly untrue, no matter how handsome Oxton might be. Amélie snorts derisively.
"'M not sure you get a say on this," Oxton objects. "Between your fashion sense and that nightmare of a tattoo, I don't think you actually know what looks good."