"A sane one, for starters" she shot back, fetching juice for Eddie and fixing two cups of strong coffee. She grinned as she appeared again, thrusting a cup into his hand and sitting on the end of the couch, trying not to look at him. If she didn't look at him, he wouldn't feel weird, or realise who had come home with.
"I feel like sh- sugar." She smoothed down Eddie's almost identical bed head. "A steaming pile of sugar. Were we throwing eggs?"
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