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"A taxi. One of the driverless ones. Once they lose us they wont expect us to converge to a car."
"I'm just worried," she said, frowning slightly.
They kept walking, eventually getting back to the house and into the planning room. He pulled out a map. "So we'll meet at a car.."
She looked nervous, but nodded hesitantly. "Maybe.."
She sighed, turning to face him. "Ferris, why don't we just wait at the bar? It's a public place. If anyone tries to do anything, then.. Maybe I...
"I don't like it," he said stubbornly.
She looked back at him in realization. "Oh, right.."
"It's bitter and gross. Why do you like it?"
She nodded in understanding. "Alright. Thank you."
He scoffed. "Of course. I just didn't like it."
"Well.. It turns out she stole from the mayor and has my necklace now. It's complicated. I just want it back."
He looked over in surprise. "Oh. Alcohol? Uh.. I dunno."
She tilted her head slightly. "Maybe? Do you know where we can find her?"
He looked thoughtful. "Hm.. I like blue gatorade."
"Do you know a girl with pink and green eyes?'
"Maybe another time," he said. "Maybe."
She laughed slightly. "Yeah. It was informative."
He shook his head. "Not today."
"Okay," she said easily, heading back.
He frowned at her. "No."
