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He shook his head slightly, standing up with his bowl and going to go wash it. "The soup was great, Jules. Thank you."
"Not as exciting as you hoped?" he teased. * * * "They're not," she protested.
"Does he?" Trevor asked, resting his head on his hand. "He's kinda a reclusive guy... but I don't know. Maybe having a princess be into you is an...
"I'm alright," he said, going over to wash the dishes. "Whenever that happens, I always feel a little like I just got over a really bad cold." *...
She followed him, giving a small nod of thanks to Juliet. After they left, Trevor started laughing, sitting up straight again. "Basel's got...
After they were done, he stood up, taking her plate. * * * She folded her hands, looking excited. "It's a strange sensation. I'm not normally...
She glanced over at him, her whole face brightening. "I would!"
She brightened at this, nodding slightly. "Oh. Like I have the salt from being in the container. Like that?" Trevor nodded seriously. "Yes,...
Trevor stuck his tongue out and Anya frowned. “Goodness...” She shook her head warily. “I do not understand as well as I should. The salt is......
Trevor laughed tiredly. “That was bad, Jules.” Anya frowned. “There is not too much salt,” she said curiously, tasting the broth tentatively....
He gave her a smile before returning to his food. *** “How far away is it?”
Trevor frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but Derek interjected, holing to diffuse the situation. “Juliet, this soup is really good.”
“Hm,” he said playfully, giving her a grin. “I love you.” *** She reached over and gently rubbed his arm. “That sounds great.”
Trevor raised his hands defensively. “I’m not saying she’s not worth the time. I just... be careful. I mean, Alex works with the captain all the...
“Oh?” he asked playfully, raising an eyebrow. *** Her whole face brightened. “Really?”
“Maybe,” he said. “But she’s not exactly patient... Anya, try to find a way to be useful...” Anya frowned, looking down at the food and saying...
He brought it back over to her, brushing his fingers along her back before sitting down. *** “Then what are we doing?”
“It is causing quite a few problems,” she finished, turning to look back at Trevor, who was frowning. “Huh. Don’t tell the captain that,” he half...
He grinned, walking over and opening the cupboard and pouring her a glass of water. *** She looked over at him curiously. “We’re not jumping in...
“Why not?” Trevor inquired.
