Sammy rolled her eyes once. Not more than twice. "You have that now. You hole up in a lab on a daily basis, you blow stuff up and you make beer that the rest of us try to steal."
Speaking of stealing, she grabbed for a fry off his plate. "And that makes you something of a danger junkie yourself. Think about it. Blowing stuff up is a dangerous occupation. You climb mountains for the thrill of it. You scuba with the sharks. We haven't really fallen far from the family tree. It makes me wonder if they put something in the formula when we were babies."
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