Alex leans against the counter, watching him closely as he works. It's almost jarring how domestic it feels, knowing that she can't even walk out the front door without risking capture and probably death.
"Potatoes," she responds dryly, tilting her head at him with a slight smile. She assumes he's teasing her.
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"Potatoes," she responds dryly, tilting her head at him with a slight smile. She assumes he's teasing her.
"About what?"