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Sarah stepped off the stage, certificate held proudly in hand.
“Check me out,” she said to Charlie. “I’m officially an Honourary Newfoundlander.”
“How was the screech?” Charlie asked, amused.
“Strong.” She wound her arms around his neck, went to kiss him.
“Ew, those lips were just on a fish,” Charlie protested, laughing as he dodged her mouth.
“I’m pretty sure the rum eliminated all traces of cod,” Sarah replied with a grin. “But if you don’t want to…”
Charlie dipped his head, pressed his lips to hers. “Hmm.”
“What?”
“Still a little fishy. Better try again.”
Sarah just laughed.