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[Trying to cook, and failing miserably.]

Well maybe if the peanut gallery would stop making comments and do something constructive, we can save the building. [She makes an annoyed face at Eames and reluctantly dumps the ruined pasta into the sink.]

Good Lord, did you just call me the 'peanut gallery'?

[His eyebrows go up.]

And did you just burn pasta?

[She gives him a look that says the next time she builds a dream for him? It'll be way more uncomfortable than that snowbound hospital.]

Keep talking. I dare you.

[He meets her look with one that says he looks forward to the challenge, whatever it is, because he recognizes daggers when he sees them.]

Let me take you to lunch, dear.

[Well, she dared him...]

Once the building is deemed to safe to leave, of course.

[Because he's like that...]

[She sighs, the wind taken out of her sails.]

I think it'll be fine. Only a couple times in high school did the fire department need to be called.

I can well imagine. Little urchins.

[He was one himself, too.]

Right. Stove off, pot in soak, do you need a jacket?

[She grabs her jacket.] Where to? I'm not picky, just starving.

Does that mean you'll accept McDonald's?

[He was teasing. Really.]

[He better be teasing.]

Oh my god, Eames, don't make me barf.

I won't. Not intentionally. No McDonald's.

Some place fast? Slow? How do you like it, Ariadne?

Ha ha.

Someplace I can sit down, if you please.

McDonald's has seating.

[He holds up a hand as if to ward off a blow.]

Kidding. I know a nice place where we can relax for a while.

I certainly hope so. [He can probably hear her stomach rumbling as he ushers her outside.]

I can think of several decent places, none of which require a tie.

[Which is good, because though he's in a jacket, he isn't wearing a tie.]

Borborygmi.

[She looks at him askance.] Don't think I won't slap you if you call me a dirty word in Swahili or something.

What do they teach in school these days? 'Borborygmi' is the name for the rumbling sounds your stomach makes.

[Not that he learned that when he was in school.]

I can honestly say I've never heard that word before.

They say that you learn something new every day, Ariadne. Technically, you're done for the day. This way...

My day isn't complete until I've learned at least eighteen new things.

You're up there with Alice. I think she was used to doing twelve impossible things before breakfast.

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