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 Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:37 pm
Otto managed a quick smirk that faded too soon. "Nuthin' comes to mind, readily. I assure you half the time I'm not thinkin' of anythin', or I'm thinkin' of food." That was a lie. It was more like 30% of the time. The rest of it was spent worrying and self doubting and the like.
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:41 pm
An answering smirk lit up to follow his. "I've been craving fresh fruit on an almost painful level lately, so I definitely understand always having food on the mind." Pale eyes flicked to the pies. They helped.
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:45 pm
"I've lucked out. I got Kostya makin' me home cooked dinners every day for a year. He kinda has to make due with whatever the island has but it beats powdered steak flavoured blocks of wood."
He leaned back in his chair. "The other night was pizza."
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:58 pm
Pale eyes widened, and Peyton leaned forward, staring up at him. "Get the ******** out, really? I am totally jealous."
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:00 pm
Otto nodded, looking somehow smug despite not smiling. "S'true. It sure beats stale Mars bars."
"If yur nice, I might let you take leftovers."
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:04 pm
There was a certain impish quality to her smile. "I'm always nice."
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 9:14 pm
He let out a single breath like it was supposed to be a laugh, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "I'll take your word for it."
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