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"Well, technically you saved me after I got shot by the ambassador, and then when we got captured."
"Maybe." She grinned. "In this case, I agree."
He worked diligently and thoughtfully before speaking up. "He shouldn't put his hands on you, you know."
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "You saved me, before."
"Sometimes," she said. "But you're young and I think you're pretty great."
He took the clay, working carefully to mold the bones again. "'Kay."
"I remember that," he said. "I don't think there was another time?"
"An old married couple?" she asked, tilting her head. "I'd be okay with that. Old people are pretty cool."
"Well, that, and then the woods. There's two." He took a sip of his coffee. "What else?"
"I'll mold the clay," he said. "I don't like research."
"That's okay. You can have a dog pet, and I'll have a cat and everything will work out!" She smiled brightly.
"Not that many times," he said.
"Hm." He raised an eyebrow. "Let's get to work."
"Well, we can be immortal if you don't have me shark hunting."
"Don't say that," he said with a frown. "It's not true."
"It's good to see you're not calling me by my last name," he said.
"Hm. Not of if you make me go and catch a shark."
"Thank you," he said, finding a seat. "I'm glad."
"We get along as well. The only problem is that 'most of the time' would be included."
"Okay," she said slowly, thinking about her words, "I suppose I'll go try to catch a shark and then die."
