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“Pass the biscuits, will you?”
The biscuits had crept closer to Robin’s side of the desk while they poured over case notes and tea. Strike had reached out for the tin without looking, only to meet nothing but air. He had glanced up, and was irritated to find the biscuits were being hoarded next to Robin’s keyboard.
“Can’t, sorry, all out,” Robin said, taking a brazen bite of chocolate biscuit.
“What’s that, then?” He nodded towards the biscuit in her hand.
“Last one.” And she shoved the biscuit cheekily into her mouth.
Strike gasped in outrage, “How dare you!”
“Oh look, there’s one more.” Robin reached back into the tin and pulled out another biscuit.
“Oi! Did you not hear me when I said I wanted one?”
“Yeah, I heard you,” she said, and slowly put the biscuit to her lips and took a bite. She closed her eyes and moaned as if it were the most delicious thing she’d ever eaten.
“At least dunk it in your tea, if you’re just going to make me watch you eating it.”
“Good idea.” She winked and dipped the biscuit in her tea, then popped it in her mouth with a smile.