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He didn't say anything for a moment, squinting at her. "..If you're going to go to the factory, you should do it now."
"That's because you're supposed to come with me," she said, raising an eyebrow at him. "Where else would you go?"
"The same crowd that I managed to pull you out of. I'm just saying be very careful."
She shrugged playfully, heading back towards the kitchen.
He squinted at her. "I mean it."
She laughed, crossing her arms. "Not this time. C'mon."
He was quiet before looking up at her sternly. "If you're going to that factory, keep a bit away. I don't want you to draw an unnecessary attention."
She brightened as well, tilting her head. "Hey. I was just coming to find you to ask how you like your eggs for breakfast."
He frowned. "Hm.. Nothing I can think of specifically.."
She huffed, going to find him and ask.
"I'd like to go at night, when we do. It's easier to slip by."
Her blush deepened. "Это было не так," she said, "Я пойду спросить его о яйцах."
He looked up at her in surprise. "No.. We need to think about it first. I need to do more research."
She glowered. "он не мой парень. Я не знаю, как он любит яйца."
"It's the location of the factory where they're created. I think we should check it out eventually."
She laughed slightly. "They're just fine, Бабушка. You don't have to worry."
He put up a map, waiting for her.
Fleur looked up, going to help.
He flushed, looking back at her before continuing.
"It is good," she reassured her. "Don't worry."
