He doesn't look over at her again when she says it, just keeps his eyes on the red and orange of the peppers he's cutting into thin slices. Even so, a soft, almost surprised smile crosses his face. "You couldn't be rid of your Virgil forever, Stern. Not even in a pocket universe."
Once the peppers are all chopped, he grabs another bowl from the cabinet and scrapes them in, the knife making a faint, rough sound against the plastic of the cutting board. "Here you go," he says, picking up both bowls and setting them down on the counter by the stove. "Anything more?"
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Date: 2019-12-26 06:21 pm (UTC)Once the peppers are all chopped, he grabs another bowl from the cabinet and scrapes them in, the knife making a faint, rough sound against the plastic of the cutting board. "Here you go," he says, picking up both bowls and setting them down on the counter by the stove. "Anything more?"