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Eliot gave Hardison the Look. "Really? Parker, never let this guy pick handles on a job again."
Parker smiled unperturbed. "I like them. You cook and I love money." She said it with that blissful expression that made both of them think she was imagining holding crisp bills in her hands. (They also both knew her well enough that they were probably right.)
"So you're Chop," Hardison repeated, pointing at Eliot, "and you're Change," then Parker, "and I'm Genius."
Eliot rolled his eyes.
Parker frowned. "Alliteration. You broke the alliteration."
"Uh... Chip?"
Eliot laughed and clapped Hardison on the shoulder. "I like it."