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She looked around nervously, not meeting his gaze. "I was in the bathroom."
She smirked at him before disappearing into the kitchen.
"You're lying."
Her face soured and she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Uch. I should have guessed," she said, gesturing to the lyre.
She perked up slightly. "Any?"
She looked over at him, her eyes wide. "What?"
"Don't worry. I'll be back."
"That's nice. I smell like floor cleaner."
She squinted at him for a moment before waving her fingers in his face. There was a flash of dazzling purple light. When it cleared, Penelope was...
She sighed, sitting heavily in the chair again.
The entire group began walking. Poppy's eyes were wide and she kept glancing over her shoulder at the smoldering ship.
"Yeah. That."
"Do I...?" he asked sleepily, kissing her head.
Owen seemed furious, glaring up at the ship. An agent came up behind him and whispered something to him and he nodded. "HQ has got a place for...
"Pass through faster, then," she said smoothly.
"How many can we do?"
She laughed before slipping off his lap. "I gotta feed the rabbits."
"Do I? What do I smell like?"
They got out of the ship, and smoke poured out of the window on one side of the ship. Poppy stared at it, her eyes wide.
She raised an eyebrow. "I am trying to get a job done."
