I make an awesome sandwich, sugar. [He corrects her playfully with a charming grin, because his sandwiches are awesome, and that's why Ali always wants him to make her one. He spins in his seat, sets his beer down, and takes his own bite. Sorry, Rogue, he also speaks through the gob of food in his mouth. But he's not facing her while he's doing it, and the bite is on the side of his mouth he's not talking through. That counts for something?] You're a lucky girl.
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