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"I definitely am," she said matter-of-factly. "But he has refused to help me, and so I'm choosing to walk away from our demolished friendship."
"You tell such beautiful lies. Let's go find some fruit."
"34, I think?"
She nodded, looking down at Lily. "I gotta go feed her, I think..."
"No," he admitted, "but I generally don't eat much."
"Could we go now? I have nothing left for me here."
"Don't do this to me."
He paused, thinking. "From A1 to D4, right now."
"Stop that."
"You make a good point. Have you eaten today?"
She shrugged, looking up at Zad sadly. "Anyway... when do we go, Zad?"
"Apt analysis."
"Well, we're going to have to try it out," he said thoughtfully. "We'll see."
"Don't 'hm' me."
"Lark does cook very well."
She shrugged solemnly, looking down at the ground after a moment. "It's fine," she repeated. "It's fine."
"Do you even know how to cut a mango?"
"I did. I'm always right, as you well know."
He laughed, rubbing her back slowly. "You haven't had any of the food."
She looked over at him, her eyes closed off and disappointed. "Of course there would be dirt in your hair. It's a plant."
