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“Can I look now?” Nick asks, his lips curled in a small grin as he lets Luciana lead him to… Well, wherever. She said it was a surprise and he didn’t argue.
“Just a minute,” she replies. There’s a few more steps, the click of a door, and then they stop. “Alright. Open them.”
Nick does. It’s the stadium kitchen illuminated with candle light; there’s plastic sacks of what look like ingredients laid out on the counters and an open cooking book next to the stove.
“What is this?”
“An adventure,” Luciana states, “one we can do without going outside.”