"Always thought you jumpin' through red tape was kinda like your gift to mankind. You oughta give her that gift if she's worth it," he says, oddly mindful of the emotions involved in something like that.
Grabbing up a fork, he begins cutting through the food, taking small bites and feeling grateful. His stomach agrees with a meaningful growl, obvious pleased he's finally gobbling down something better than cookies.
"If she's anything like you, she'll—" He laughs a little. "—she'll have already prepared for that kinda red tape." Darcy was always good at looking ahead, he felt.
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Grabbing up a fork, he begins cutting through the food, taking small bites and feeling grateful. His stomach agrees with a meaningful growl, obvious pleased he's finally gobbling down something better than cookies.
"If she's anything like you, she'll—" He laughs a little. "—she'll have already prepared for that kinda red tape." Darcy was always good at looking ahead, he felt.