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"I see.."
"Forgiven me..? For what?"
She grinned, eating her food.
She blinked before laughing nervously. "That was joke. Just do six and that will be fine."
"I'm a heathen.. Like you?"
He groaned. "Stop."
"At least it tastes good."
Avice blinked, straightening slightly. "Oh.. Lady Sparks."
"...Damn.."
He frowned before doing so, stretching out.
"I've tried a lot of food. Yours is good."
She gave him a playful grin. "That's right. Business is no joke, you see."
"I would hope not."
"Hm.. I'm not sure. Omelette?" "Never."
"You're a good cook, from what I've seen so far."
"Me. If you give me too much I'll throw it at your head. Choose wisely."
"Right.. Saying bad words.."
He joined, kissing her cheek.
"Only if it isn't ridiculous."
"That's a bad word."
