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“Morning, Luce.”
“Mmph.”
“Technically it’s after noon, Lockwood.”
“Well, we’re agents so…”
“So?”
“Hmm? Oh, I was gonna say, so it’s morning for us.”
“That’s not how morning works.”
“Are you always this grumpy when you’re hungover?”
“No. I’m always this grumpy.”
“Has anyone made tea?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, Luce, here.”
“Why does it smell like bacon in here?”
“Do you not remember begging Lockwood to make us all bacon sandwiches in the middle of the night?”
“No? Maybe?”
“Well there’s your answer.”
“It was my pleasure.”
“It smells…strong.”
“Are you alright? You look peaky.”
“Yeah. No, I…”
…
“Ew.”