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[armd]

Oh. (It all makes sense now. She is hiding her crystal behind her back.) You guys are having a competition?

[thereneverwas]

[Barrow, still from twenty feet away, calls out:]

She's not interested, Adjei!

[armd]

I'm considering my options.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

As always, the kitchen's open. What would you like?

[thereneverwas]

Oh, come on!

[armd]

He's making good points!

[thereneverwas]

Your favorite liquor. Anything you want. Brand new bottle.

[armd]

Sorry Obie.

[thereneverwas]

[That actually stops him in his tracks, and he’s thrown off in a non-joking way. It’s probably enough for Jude to get the upper hand, since he doesn’t react much more than pausing.]

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Learn to bake, scrub.

[armd]

(She should not be so easily swayed.


But she is,) Loaf of that pumpkin bread?

[foolsmakeitcolder]

And honey butter if you want it.

[armd]

... And a stack of tortillas.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Of course.

[armd]

Okay you win.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Thank you, gorgeous.

[Very lovingly. He'll reach out to knuckle her arm.]

[armd]

(Oh. Wow okay)