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Saiden smirked. ”That’s another question, which I believe brings my total up to three.” Laughing, he shrugged. ”Captain Jack. Of the Ark. Everyone knows both the ship and the man.” That was an easy enough question to answer, though he wouldn’t be an easy man for her to find.
As she mentioned breakfast again, the cook nodded. Although he wasn't hungry (he vastly preferred his own fare to anything he could acquire elsewhere), he stood up. Then he gestured for her to take the lead, a shit-eating grin on his face. No matter what she might try to do to budge him, he'd insist that she pick the place (or else fall farther into debt with him).
As she mentioned breakfast again, the cook nodded. Although he wasn't hungry (he vastly preferred his own fare to anything he could acquire elsewhere), he stood up. Then he gestured for her to take the lead, a shit-eating grin on his face. No matter what she might try to do to budge him, he'd insist that she pick the place (or else fall farther into debt with him).
