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She beamed at him. "There. Better."
He peered at her thoughtfully. "Hmph."
"Francis. They are your flesh and blood."
"There are sometimes landmines in this area."
She looked down at him, sitting on the edge of the bed and offering him the plate of toast. "How are you feeling?"
“Relax your face. A smile is a reaction, not a show. Not when it’s done right.”
“I’m glad you’ve seen the error of your ways.”
“Then you shouldn’t care.”
They arrived at the edge of a stone ruin and Eli looked around. “Be careful here. Step where I step.”
“Hey, you,” she said, glancing down at him. “Are you hungry?”
She attempted to mimic the awkwardness of it. “It’s like this. See the difference?”
“Not even pancakes can beat them.”
“Are you a germaphobe?”
(Zoo?)
She softened, coming over to him and setting the food on the bedside table.
She burst into laughter. “Oh God, you’re so cute!”
“We’re making the best food on earth.”
“But let those babies squeeze your tongue.”
He eyed her thoughtfully before turning deeper into the woods. “I noticed some ruins on our way here yesterday. I want to check them out.”
She came up about half an hour later, holding some noodle soup and buttered toast and tea, peering in anxiously.
