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She shrugged. "I dunno."
She allowed a small smile. "Hello."
He squinted. "Okay. I mean, he tried to kill you, but okay."
That evening everyone was preparing for the dance, dressing up nicely and preparing to enjoy themselves.
He nodded, taking his own.
"Do you think eggs would be good?"
She turned on her side to look at him, raising her eyebrows.
"Because he'd already escaped twice."
(Zoop?)
He hesitated, looking down at it. "I'm just saying.."
She paused before looking distraught. "I'm not actually sure what makes it fancy."
She uncovered her eyes. "Sure."
"Precisely."
He chuckled lowly. "Will do. Bye, now."
"That's way too many. Haven't we talked about this before?"
"So we could make a fancy dinner, but Eli could join us as well."
"Uh huh. Okay."
"It depends. Generally people who are dealing with something they can't handle, like someone terrorizing a town."
He shrugged. "I doubt it."
"Twelve?"
