"You know I want you." she teases back. She tucks dad's head in her bowling ball bag, letting him sleep off the night of tequila and nachos. She packs a decent selection of guns, knives and her handcuffs, working on getting packed while she talks.
"Food would be great. Nothing much to eat on shipboard, and nothing but nachos and tequila since I got back last night... don't ask. I'll be over in twenty?"
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