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"How does it taste like that, though..?"
She grinned up at him. "Maybe."
"..Can I have a hug?"
"Much drinking?"
"Just fine, thank you."
"..Yes."
She nodded in agreement. "Indeed."
"Well then I cannot cook."
"What were those like?"
He rolled his eyes.
He looked down at it, confused.
She chuckled. "How kind."
"Apparently not," she said, shunning him.
"What did you used to attend?"
"Not really."
He nodded, switching back.
She nodded solemnly. "Good."
"I grew up sheltered," she said dramatically. "Shielded, and yet here you are judging my cooking skills."
It looked like a fairly nice party, lots of people and food and drinks.
"More or less."
