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She set one on the counter, hesitating momentarily. "This one is for you."
He brightened a bit. "Really?"
It took her a bit. He would hear the door open, a bit more shuffling, and then she returned with two bags.
"Yes," he said. "You'll need a dress. If you're coming, that is."
She looked thoughtful before her eyes got that excited shine again and she placed her hands on his shoulders. "Okay. You put together the snacks!...
His expression fell slightly, but he hid it with a good poker face, raising an eyebrow. "No. I guess not."
She was unable to coax his arms out. "Would you rather wear a tux as well?"
She brightened, folding her hands together. "Okay. Do you need to get anything together?"
He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Why's that?'
"The sooner the better," she told him.
He smirked and he crossed his arms. "I'm wearing a tux. You'll have a wear a dress."
She flushed slightly. "A few hours by train.."
He frowned. "You'll be in a dress."
She nodded. "I want to investigate."
He looked back at her. "I'm serious. One of the higher ups will be there and I need to be there."
She pursed her lips. "..Do you?"
"It's.. not like the usual. It's an infiltration of a high end party." He hesitated. "Black tie and everything."
"Yes," she said stubbornly. "I just never spoke to her often. My mother always said she was.. well, a little different. But yes, she's alive. She...
He huffed, dropping his hand and starting towards his workshop. "Whatever. Listen, I have another mission planned. It's in a few days. My legs...
She backed off, leaning against the opposing counter. "Maybe we could visit my grandmother.."
