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"Jack, no."
She sighed, waving it off. "It's fine."
Francis cocked his gun before pointing it at the the mans forehead, his eyes cold.
"There's been a murder," she said sarcastically.
"I like fish."
Francis stepped out, his eyes alight and fierce.
She nodded slowly. "Don't come into the kitchen."
"Hm. I do."
Francis relaxed slightly, saying nothing.
She laughed. "Me too."
She nodded slowly. "Okay."
Francis was silent for a moment before sighing, smiling at her with furrowed brows. "Hey, Bre."
"I'm here!"
She eyed him suspiciously. "Good?"
Francis slammed against the bar, his face contorting into fury. "No! Don't you dare!"
She smiled warmly before returning to the kitchen, preparing the ingredients.
"Eugh."
Francis grabbed the bars. "What?"
Avice set her stuff on the counter before poking her head in.
She hesitated before offering him a smile. "That's no problem!"
