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She backed away, her eyes wide with fear. He would be able to see that she was shaking. "Please... please don't do this..." "How many people...
"What kind of stuff did you have up in the Star?"
"I'm glad you've come to your senses."
"Say 'good', James," Diana said gently. "'Good'." "Goop job!"
"Thanks, Zaddy-O. Are you doing okay?"
She looked up at him with an expression that would feel terribly familiar to him. "Sam, please," she said fearfully, eyeing him nervously....
"Nests, or chicken coops. We find them more often than you'd think."
"Would I ever lie?"
Diana quickly passed it to Francis. "Goof job," James observed.
"Hm. I see."
The heat was uncomfortable and she pulled her hand away. "Ow! Bug, what are you doing?" She cupped his jaw in her hands, looking at him...
"Also, eggs, apparently."
"Of course you are."
James concentrated before passing it to Diana.
She gave him a wry smile. "Is that a promise?"
Eden noticed the temperature change in his hand she was holding, her brows furrowed. "Sam...?" she asked, turning to look at him with a frown....
"The highest priority is linens. Blankets, clothes, stuff like that."
"No, let's go make breakfast. You're cute."
Diana obliged, scooting away and rolling the ball back to Francis.
The answer didn't seem to comfort her and she fell silent.
