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He was quiet for a moment. "Why did you write so much?'
"I honestly don't know," she teased, tilting her head at him.
"We have all that," she commented, before continuing. "I don't know where in the world he got it from."
He pursed his lips. ".. Alright."
She looked up at him, making her next move. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
She laughed. "He actually does make decent pancakes, though he's always had a sweet tooth."
He raised an eyebrow. "How carried away?"
She watched the board thoughtfully, a small smile creeping on her face as it seemed she thought of a plan. She moved her piece.
He gave her a nod before exiting. Elizabeth looked at her. "Do you know what to do for the pancakes?"
"Oh, good," he said, tilting his head. "Research?"
She smiled at him, brushing her fingers through his hair for a moment. "It was an amazing discovery."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Well, I was going to make pancakes, but I can't quite recall how," she said. Francis turned to Poppy. "I'm going to go...
He laughed. "We totally are."
"Yeah." She nodded. "'Cause I'm a genius."
"The other room," she said. "I'm making breakfast. You can help if you'd like."
"Mostly positive results," he said, grinning slightly.
"I know that," she said, moving hers a moment after him. "It's all part of the strategy."
She smiled warmly at her. "Of course," she said. "Any time."
"Long," he answered, crossing his arms. "I did a few experiments.'
"Well," she said, "we'll see."
