"Been simmering long enough?" Darsi peeked over his shoulder at the sauce he was cooking, a feat that required her to stand on her tiptoes since he was quite a bit taller than her.
"Is this conversation about the sauce? Or what we saw while using the T-6?" Dex attempted to put on a sour expression but was easily defeated when she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him close.
"Feeling a bit salty?' Darsi's blue eyes showed humor, despite the serious tone.
"Is this about the sauce? Or my mood?"
"Both? Why are you comparing everything to spaghetti sauce?" Darsi released her grip and slid around him to access the cupboard.
It had been forty-eight hours since the report from the Anodyne Cybernetic job returned; the Bottom Feeders decided to take a few days to study the results while letting the Kenji situation sit.
