<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I am always right, little one," Cameron teased.  Two lefts followed by a right -- a quick backtrack for another left -- ah yes, there was the center.  he strode to the marble fountain, touching the carved rim.  It too needed attention, and he used the time waiting for her to scoop leaves out of the basic, rub a little big of grime away from the mouth of the fish from which the water flowed.<br/>
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He turned in the direction of the entrance he knew she'd arrive by, smiling.  "I do not intend to startle you, little one -- I would rather you relax."  As she approached, he held out a blush pink rose.  "For my Queen," he said with an extravagant bow.</span></span>