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She raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you are going to deal with it for however many years on your own without any support, then?"
"They're kind of uptight around most people, so I should apologize in advance for that," he said, crossing his arms.
"Hm. Are we supposed to give her the paper, or...?"
"I'm pretty sure it's better to know the father, though," Avice said smoothly. "Right?"
He sighed, a frown crossing his face. "I don't know. We'll have to see."
"Mhm. Can we just continue the assignment? You're costing us time here, Abernathy." He crossed his arms, setting his pen down.
The corners of Avice's mouth twitched, but she said nothing about it.
"Yeah, but I'm sure it was just one mistake, right?"
"Mm. Sound so crazy it seems fake," he remarked, tilting his head.
Avice nodded thoughtfully. "Right. Good thinking."
"I'm sure he is," he said reassuringly. "Why wouldn't he be?"
"Ha ha," he said flatly. "Why don't you go first, then? You seem like the overachiever type."
"Hm," she mumbled, tapping her chin. She looked up at Jack. "What do you think we should do, Watson?"
"Yeah, let's do that," he said, squeezing her hand. "It will be nice to hear a familiar voice."
He picked up the probing tool again and began searching. He didn't really mind her annoyance with him, and just sighed at her response. After a...
Avice tilted her head, her lips pursed. "Do you know around the date it was concieved?"
"Alright," he said. "Which way is it?"
"Large intestine, stomach, liver, y'know, basically the things that you found, considering we're looking at the same frog."
"Oh boy," Avice muttered under her breath, trying not to let an amused grin cross her face. "This will be fun."
"If it's easier," he said, "we can call a taxi."
