Back at it Again (One-on-One)

She frowned.

"Then I haven't done my job correctly."

 

"Not physically possible for me, I'm afraid."

 

She frowned, her eyes thoughtful.

"I'm not quite sure what to do next, to be honest."

 

She sighed and stood up, stretching slightly.

"I guess. You hungry?"

 

"You sure?" she asked, going over to the fridge. "I have... sandwiches."

 

"Cool," she said. "Peanut butter and jam, ham, or turkey?"

 

She sighed, but there was warmth in her gaze.

"Hmph. No need to thank me; I'll probably put spiders in it or something."

 

She smirked before pulling some bread out of the cupboard.

"No promises."

 

"No spiders," she relented. "Beetles, maybe."

 

"Beggars can't be choosers," she said, assembling the sandwich.