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He looked thoughtful, cutting his food. "Not very long, to be honest. I'm not sure how the country is going to react."
She laughed, looking up at him. "I'm just interested."
"Yes," he said truthfully, looking over at her. "It's a big day."
She looked thoughtful. "Kidnapping?"
He huffed stubbornly, putting his on a plate.
"Arson."
He frowned at her. "..Sorry for offering to make more food if you were still hungry?"
She raised her eyebrows at him. "Murder?"
"Eat your quesadilla first, and if you're still hungry then I'll make more."
"Exactly," she said. "I am slowly framing you."
"I was nervous you were upset," he explained slowly, "so I made food to help."
She squinted at him, taking the flower in her hand and putting in his hair. "Obviously me," she said, her tone playful and sarcastic.
He frowned at her. "You seemed upset."
She laughed, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm worried I upset you," he said, looking over at her with a raised brow.
She rolled her eyes. "Alright, casanova."
"I'm not sad," he said. "I'm just making food."
She grinned. "You also stole from me, too."
He was frying quesadillas quietly, his brows furrowed.
She observed him thoughtfully before sighing. "Hm.."
