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"Not all. Just the main ones."
"I remember hot chocolate existed."
"Why not?"
He relaxed again, readjusting. The hole was surprisingly comfortable and warm.
Her expression brightened. "Then let's get hot chocolate instead. That's good."
She grinned, going to make the oatmeal.
He shifted, making room in his hole. "Join me."
"So competitive."
"Yes!"
He nodded, moving over.
"Wow. Fine."
"You heard me."
"I feel safe here."
"What about you?"
"After you bragging about your cooking skills, too! Look, I get you're perfect in every way, but this just ridiculous!"
He hesitated. "I like it here.. But I can leave."
"I think I will get orange juice and a sandwich."
He seemed sleepy, his wings raising slightly at her presence. "This is my hole."
She squinted.
