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"I don't like barbeque."
He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Manta ray."
She kissed her forehead. "No worries, Bre."
He took a bite of his own, his eyes warm.
"Eh..."
"I like fish."
Avice cocked her head. "See, Bre? He's okay!"
He shrugged, holding it out to her. "Well, I like it. I guess it would be your opinion."
"That might be asking too much.."
He cocked his head. "I am excited to see some fish."
"Jack! Be alive!"
"Well, you don't have to. It's just a sandwich. Bread, tomato, lettuce, cucumbers.."
"That'd be pretty cool."
He nodded, stepping out with a sigh.
"Wait, Aubrey. Not really. Dada's okay! I promise!"
He hesitated. "Well.. Would you like a sandwich?"
"Well.. We will figure it all out soon."
He hesitated, wrapping his arms around her. "..Okay."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Aubrey! Mourn with me! Nooooooo!"
"I should know better by now, anyways.. What do pixies eat?"
