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"I'm just a little insulted," she began, crossing her arms. "I'm surprised that you don't consider this 'hanging out' with 'friends'."
"I have blueberries too," she mused, tossing down a bag of chocolate chips before floating over to the icebox.
none at ALL?
"Hm. You too, Price," he said, getting into his den.
"Oh, it's nothing," she said, in a tone of voice that suggested that it definitely was not nothing.
She flipped over, floating upside down to consider him for a moment. "Hm. Fine. Anything else?"
Any preference?
"Kind of slim pickings here," he mused.
Her face fell and she landed on the ground. "Oh. Okay."
"Any specific kind?" she asked, floating up to get some flour from the highest cabinet.
(where to?)
"I mean... for us, our neighbors would be a bunch of cannibals, but it's a cool theory."
"You don't want to hang out?"
She looked up in surprise. "Pancakes, maybe?"
(Zoop....?)
"Huh. That's cool."
"Why?"
She was standing at the stove, pulling a pan out and igniting the flame.
He led the way.
"What is that?"
