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(Yoop!) * * * "Jesus, Veronica."
"Was it a game of tag?"
"Talk to you soon," she replied, hanging up. She exhaled slowly before a small, infectious smile crossed her face and she laughed to herself. *...
"It was, but I upset a vendor's stand. They were angry."
"Okay," she said slowly. "... I love you, Lev." * * * "Am I right? Do you have a stepstool around her somewhere?"
He laughed. "I got chased by a bounty hunter through here, once."
She was quiet before she spoke. "Okay. I miss you." * * * He reached up. "Can you even reach these up here?"
"It's not that bad. I've just had... some unfortunate experiences."
"I'm sure," she said playfully. * * * "Where are your glasses?"
"Well, then it'll be exciting for you."
"What a crime," she teased. "How will you manage?" * * * He gave her a grin before letting go of her, going over to the fridge and opening it....
"A few times," he said with a small nod, "but on my own. Before I was with the crew."
"Describe it," she said curiously. "Is it posh?" * * * "Well, it smells great," he said, kissing her cheek again.
He seemed delighted, straightening up. "Great."
"Is it nice?" she asked, sitting down at the table. * * * "You're a chef."
He squinted before speaking. "Be brave, Jules. Come on."
"When is your next meeting?" * * * "Hm. That sounds nice."
"But maybe we'll find something," he said with a shrug.
"I just... I didn't expect this," she said. "I figured... Nevermind. I'm so glad you called." * * * "I did ask. Let me rephrase the question....
"Not much," he said, tucking his hair back. "Most people are staying on the ship."
