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Abel was lying on the couch, already fast asleep.
She gestured to the girl. "Look, there she is," she said, starting that way.
He washed out his bowl, yawning.
Fleur kept near him, obviously a bit worried as well but overall happy.
He waved it off. "No, go ahead."
She looked ahead. "Yeah."
He nodded in agreement. "Definitely."
"Well that would be a shame," she said, looking up at him with a smile. "We're kinda stuck together."
He followed her, his head tilting. "Thanks for the soup."
"That's true," she said with a sigh, "but I dunno."
He looked up, getting up as well. "I got it."
"Well, she did steal my necklace from the mayor's house, so.."
"You're welcome," he replied easily, stretching his neck.
She shrugged. "Not all, but this one definitely is."
He laughed. "I've had so many soups."
"Spray painting things, like a delinquent!"
He nodded. "I don't eat soup much."
She stepped out, looking around thoughtfully.
He looked thoughtful. "Best soup I've had?"
She took it, standing up as well. "I guess I'm a loser, then."
