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We’re running low on-
Food, I know.
Tien blinked, then turned towards the kitchen. Busily chopping and shifting things around in his wok, Chiaotzu did not appear to be paying him any attention.
Do you need any-
Thing else from the shops? No, I think I’m okay.
There was a sly little smile on that small white face, and the slight prickle of annoyance Tien felt settled into a warm glow of affection.
“Chiaotzu?”
“Yes, Tien?” Wide innocent eyes.
“Quit it. That’s not as cute as you think it is.”
“Sure, Tien.” Smile widening to a grin. “Whatever you say.”