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He pulled some flour out of a pot and began to work, bending his head over his task.
He took it, inspecting it thoughtfully. "Huh. Can you do a little magic?"
He put his hands on her shoulders, trying to stop her. "Tez, can you talk to me?"
She took it, taking the bedsheet with her other hand.
"If we survive our next three jobs, we can quit."
"Good! Neither do I. Let's get to work."
"You don't have to take it. I just want to see."
He held her back, grabbing her hand again. "Wait!"
Her eyes flew open and she looked up at him, a small grin crossing her lips. "Yes. Yes. Let's go."
"We could challenge them to a bet."
"Do you know how to make it?"
"Probably, but I'm curious to see where it stems from."
He frowned, looking nervous. "Tez, it's me. Come sit down, okay?"
She murmured slightly, shifting in her sleep. "Mm..hm?"
"I agree. We're both smart, capable people."
"Pizza?"
"That sounds vaguely elemental, and maybe some elven magic in there too."
He stood in front of her, holding her face in his hands gently. "Can you hear me?"
"This is all assuming that we'll be allowed to escape the assassination business, of course."
He seemed pleased, placing it on the shelf of the icebox before closing the door. "Good! That's a good plan. What are we making for dinner?"
