Just after turning out the lights, before bed...
J: I don't know why, but I have this strange urge to bite you.
Z: What?
J: Not like, on your arm or anything. It's too big for me to get a good grip with my teeth. Like your face.
Z: ... ::Offers a finger::
J: ::Nibbles on finger, then shakes her head::
Z: Okay. Okay...So, I have to tell you. If I wake up and you're trying to bite me, I'm going to assume that you've gone zombie and punch you in the face.
J: Fair enough.
Z: I love you.
J: I love you, too.
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