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“A pasta genius.”
He grinned, opening his arms to her.
Aubrey slipped onto Jack's back and he stood up. "Let's go, okay?"
She sat up, running a hand through her blonde hair and looking down at him. "C'mon. Let's go get breakfast."
She raised an eyebrow before shrugging. "You can tell me some other time. No worries."
"I'm a genius."
"That'll be nice."
“We have a day. We should use it.”
“I am. Let’s go.”
“Why are you here? I don’t imagine people just end up here.”
“Are you glad you got your gnocchi?”
“And then we could wake up and make food.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Glad to be back.”
She rolled her eyes before looking up at him. “So, what’s your deal?”
“I mean, this salad is good, but a salad filled world would be sad.”
“Are you going to sleep too?”
Jack came out a few minutes later, buttoning up his shirt.
"It's obvious."
"It's sad."
"Maybe..."
