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She nodded slowly, weighing this in her head. "Okay. Sounds like a plan."
He began walking down the street, his head bowed. "Let's check out the pier, yeah?"
She looked intrigued, resting her hands on the table. "Okay. And we both meet in it? Aren't you worried those things might have tracking devices...
"Don't worry about me," he said, waving her off. "I'm not your concern. Let's explore the town."
She looked surprised, tilting her head. "A car?"
He laughed slightly. "You don't believe it?"
He laughed slightly, looking down at her. There was something in his gaze, but it was hard to place. "I appreciate it, Fleur, but I'll be fine....
She sighed good-naturedly. "Fine."
Ferris sighed but nodded. "We'll figure it out. Thank you."
“Good alcohol is super tasty.”
Ferris looked a little nervous. “What time does she normally get here?” The woman squinted. “Do you think I’m her secretary?”
“Why not?”
She looked a little more relaxed, but looked around hesitantly. “Petunia’s a good kid. Troublesome, but a good kid. I’m not going to tell you...
She looked curious, raising an eyebrow. "Abel, have you drank before?"
She paused, looking a little more prickly. "Why do you want to know?"
She laughed out loud, looking over at him. "I was thinking of alcoholic drinks, but okay."
She looked bewildered, squinting at Fleur. "Do you think I know.... oh. Wait. Petunia?"
"You can't give me one fact? What's your favorite... I don't know. Drink?"
She frowned, not seeming pleased. "Well... what do you want?"
She sighed good-naturedly, rolling her eyes. "Fine."
