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putting the basket back down, he nodded. “i guess, but i don’t know if everyone considers pancakes to be ‘proper’ meeting food. i always assumed everyone expected like..casual snacks.” he shrugged. “like pretzels, or i don’t know.”
at her question, he smiled and nodded. “just came back from italy, actually. which warrants at least a week visit to my mother. and yeah, she does have a right to that. she just worries so much, you know? like i’d fall off a yacht while sailing or something.”
“ pretzels? that’s so boring though. “ she laughed. “ you could always come use my oven, we can bake brownies or something for the meeting instead-make it more interesting. “ however, raina realizes she just invited him over after avoiding him for the past few years, turning pink.
‘ italy? that must’ve been incredible, “ she says, changing the subject. “ are you always on yachts now? sailing around with champagne and caviar? “















