He returns the smile, asks her to sit down, and proceeds to scour the kitchen -- delicately ignoring the birth control pills he runs across, glad he's facing away from her so she can't see his eyelids shut for a moment -- for what he needs to make vegetable soup. The kind which adds just a dash of cinnamon, cayenne, and soy sauce, because he knows his Cassandra.
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