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She frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry.. You'll be alright. I'll get a medic for you, alright? They'll help you."
He was at the aisle with the crackers, watching them curiously. "Hm.." *** She shifted, resting her arms around him and resting her head on his...
He offered a slip of paper with the recipe. "Here you are, sweetheart."
"No. Regular water, my love."
He nodded, going to grab the crackers. *** She nodded, leaning down to kiss him, her hands on his chest. "Yep."
He grinned at her, getting the ingredients. "Lovely."
"Nobody will die, my love." She stood up. "I'm going to get you water, alright?"
"I love you too." *** She laughed. "Yep."
"Babe. Trust me. He wasn't real "
"I mean.. Not in the middle of a desert."
"I shall." *** She turned to prop his legs up, leaning back on the them. "I know."
"But, babe.. It wasn't real."
"Ah. Alright." *** She kissed his jaw, before moving to sit on his stomach triumphantly. "Then I win. You didn't guess."
"Sweetheart?"
"I'll kill him."
He grinned. "What else do we need?' *** "..Fabric."
"So what do you think?"
"He won't kill me! I'll kill him!"
He returned to her, chocolate milk in hand. "Tada!" *** "You'll see."
"Then it's like that."
