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She looked back, her head tilted slightly. "Oh. Good morning."
He still seemed unsure. "Maybe we can check it out."
She didn't notice, keeping quiet.
He looked thoughtful, rubbing his chin as they went outside. "Is there a good escape route for the supermarket."
Fleur was already up and awake, she was brushing her hair, sitting on the side of the bed and facing away from him.
He laughed, slipping his shoes on heading toward the door. "So he will be presenting in town center. What are some good vantage points there?'
She was quiet after that, going back to sleep.
"I'm ready when you are," he said, looking up at her.
She laughed slightly, closing her eyes. "Goodnight, Ferris."
He frowned, zipping up the backpack. "It's good to stay hydrated."
"That's not fair at all," she complained. "Everything is my problem."
"Bringing some stuff. Mostly water."
"Ouch," she teased. "So inconsiderate."
He looked up when she came out. "Good morning."
"You started it," she teased.
(Yoop!) Abel was awake early the next day, packing up a bag of supplies.
"I just figured dying would be an inconvenience."
He watched her go, before heading into his room as well.
"I figured you wouldn't," she said quietly. "That'd be pretty inconvenient."
"Okay," he repeated. "See you tomorrow then."
