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She grinned. "Maybe."
"Fine. But I'd prefer if we hurried this along."
"Right. And other things that need flour."
"We're going to visit." She turned to look at him. "We can get something to eat, if you'd like."
Francis stiffened, turning his head slightly.
"Yeah. So I could head to the market and get it, for the future."
She squeezed his hand, pulling him along.
Francis frowned, his eyes straight ahead.
"I thought about it, but.. we don't have flour."
She kissed his cheek. "You look good."
He nodded slowly. "Let's go."
"..Pancakes."
"Just you," she said, opening the door. "You're appearance. And your sweater."
He turned to Derrick. "How are we doing this?"
"Just in case we need flour!"
"Yeah. Cute."
Francis scowled, cocking his own weapon. "What a dump."
"How so?"
She grinned, taking it and squeezing his hand. "You're cute."
Francis nodded, doing as told.
