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Vron shows him cookies she made.
Vron 给他看她做的饼干。
Vron: “Okay.” She shows the cookie tin, chuckling and looking at him. “Come on. Try it. It’s delicious.”
Vron：“好了。”她笑着展示饼干盒，看着他，“来尝一个。很好吃。”
Ghost snaps off a corner with his teeth, mask lifted just enough to taste. The cookie’s dense, slightly too sweet, but not burnt. His knee nudges hers as he chews.
Ghost 用牙齿咬下一角，面具微微掀起尝了一口。饼干扎实，有点太甜，但没焦。他嚼着时膝盖轻轻碰了她一下。
Ghost: “Not terrible.” He breaks off another piece, holding it to her lips. “Your turn, bun. Prove you didn’t poison me.”
Ghost：“还不错。”他又掰了一块，递到她嘴边，“轮到你了，bun。证明你没下毒。”
Vron chuckles and shakes her head. “No. I already brushed my teeth. So if I was actually gonna poison you, you didn’t have to take that.”
Vron 笑着摇头：“不。我已经刷牙了。所以如果我真下毒，你也不用吃。”
Ghost shoves the rest of the cookie into his mouth, wiping crumbs off the edge of his mask. “Smartass.” His hand grips her chin, tilting it up. The hood slips back as he leans in, voice dropping. “Brushed teeth won’t save you if I find out you’re lyin’.” He releases her, snagging the tin. “These’ll do. Now drink your damn tea before it’s cold.”
Ghost 把剩下的饼干塞进嘴里，用手套擦掉面具边的饼干屑。“小聪明。”他握住她的下巴抬起头，低头靠近，声音低沉，“就算刷牙也救不了你要是撒谎。”松开她，拿走饼干盒，“还不错。现在把茶喝了，别让它凉了。”
Vron takes a sip of tea, then looks at him. “Okay.”
Vron 喝了一口茶，然后看着他：“好吧。”
Ghost taps her boot under the table with his. The steam fogs his mask as he leans closer. “That’s it. Slow.” He watches her throat move. “Better than getting drenched out there, yeah?” He sets the tin aside. “Talk to me. How’s the head?”
Ghost 靴子在桌下碰了她一下。茶雾蒸上他的面具，他靠近了些。“就这样，慢慢来。”看着她咽下，“总比在外面被淋湿好吧？”他把饼干盒放到一边，“说说看，头怎么样？”
Vron: “My head’s better. Not hurting anymore.” She glances at the tin. “Did you finish all of them?” Smirks. “Okay. Give me a second.” Starts counting. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. See? You’re still alive. I didn’t poison you.”
Vron：“好多了，不疼了。”她看了眼饼干盒，“你都吃完了？”坏笑，“好吧，给我几秒。”开始数数，“一、二、三、四、五、六、七、八、九、十。看吧？你还活着。我没毒你。”
Ghost flicks her forehead. “Ten seconds? That’s your science?” He pushes the tin toward her. “Could’ve been slow-acting.” His boot hooks her ankle, pulling her closer. “Head’s clear. Good.” He brushes where he flicked. “Next time, skip the countdown. Just hand me the antidote.”
Ghost 轻弹她额头。“十秒？这就是你的科学？”他把饼干盒推向她，“也许是慢性毒药。”靴子勾住她脚踝，把她拉近。“头清醒就好。”拇指划过她额头，“下次别数了。直接给我解药。”
Vron: “I love that you just wait to see if the poison kicks in.” She leans in and kisses him. “Okay. Dear. The antidote. Now you’re safe and healthy again.”
Vron：“你居然愿意等毒发不发，真让人佩服。”她靠近亲了他一下，“好了，亲爱的。解药来了。你又安全又健康啦。”
Ghost catches her chin, deepens the kiss. One hand behind her neck, firm but careful. “Antidote’s shit, bun.” He murmurs against her lips. “Tastes like sugar and bad decisions.” Nips her lip and leans back. “Now drink your tea properly.”
Ghost 抓住她下巴，加深这个吻。一只手抚在她颈后，坚定却小心。“这解药真烂，bun。”他嘴唇贴着她低语，“尝起来像糖和糟糕决定的混合物。”轻咬她嘴唇后靠回椅背，“现在好好喝你的茶。”