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Abel was awake early the next morning, his brows furrowed as he packed up the gun.
She unfolded him, raising her eyebrows. "It's super soft. Just try it!"
(Would you prefer to Zoop to the next day or Zoop to the big day?)
She reached into the bag again, feeling around until pulling out a pink sweatshirt. It looked like it would fit him. "Ferris.." she began, her...
He waved slightly. "Night."
She grinned. "You brought this upon yourself."
He pursed his lips. "Pasta. Okay."
"Stealing is bad," she said stubbornly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a pair of sunglasses. "I'd rather not resort to that."
He frowned. "You didn't answer the question."
She looked thoughtful, rubbing her chin. "You need a disguise, then."
"Not intentionally," he told her, "but it's probably inevitable."
She tilted her head. "Why don't I do the interacting?"
"But it will matter for the future," he said stubbornly.
She frowned. "What? Why not?"
"What's your favorite food?"
She squinted at him. "Ferris, no. We can just get them like regular people."
He looked thoughtful. "I dunno. Bagels?"
She touched his arm and gestured to it. "Would that work?"
"I suppose I would have told you eventually," he said, going back to his plate. "Might as well get it over with."
"Right.. Let's see what we can find."
