[His attitude changes a bit at that. He frowns.] You shouldn't do that. What if we had a job and you weren't your best? Dead weight only leads to one thing; your own.
[A small, slight sigh. She knows he's only worried about her, n his way, so she doesn't shout back. Instead, she says qietly, but firmly,] That's why I don't do it every night. [She returns to the frying pan.] And we already both knew Vashyron had a solo job. Didn't we?
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[She sighs, and indicates the frying pan.] Breakfast, actually. I got up a little late myself.
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At the latter, he just smirks, though almost a smile.] The princess have a lie in, huh? Went to bed early and rose late?
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