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Her face completely brightened and she laughed out loud in surprise. "Really?!"
He laughed lightly before gesturing to the door. "After you."
She leaned her head back. "It's been a big day," she conceded. "I bet you've probably broken some records today too."
"That was your first mistake," he said, standing up and offering his hand. "Only losers care."
"Like... most high-stakes run," she ruminated, listing them off on her fingers. "Most I've ever sworn during a run. Most level changes per mile....
He smirked, rolling his eyes. "Loser."
She laughed lightly. "A little bit. I think I broke a couple of personal records today."
He hesitated and was quiet for a few seconds before he replied, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, I have a living space. Doesn't everyone?"
"Sure," she replied, going back over and grabbing her bowl before joining him on the couch.
He frowned, glancing over at her. "What do you mean?"
After about 15 minutes, she poured the soup into two bowls and gave him a slice of toast with butter.
He rolled his eyes, looking down at her. "You'd think, yes."
She laughed, turning away from him as she worked on the stove. "Fine."
He exhaled slightly, looking around. "Yeah. I remember when I was younger, I found a little nook to sleep in the church in Sylvaele." He laughed...
"Take a nap," she suggested. "I'll wake you when the food is ready."
"I don't know," he replied honestly, looking over at her. "I was raised religious, but... I mean, I've seen enough that I have a hard time with it."
She glanced over at him. "How much sleep did you get last night?"
He was quiet, looking around for a moment. "Do you believe in God, princess?"
"Right?" she replied agreeably, beginning to peel a few carrots.
Ferris seemed genuinely intrigued. He walked through the aisle and sat in one of the pews, looking around.
