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grinning like a dog who had just stolen a chicken. It was a far different attitude compared to the one the day before. Something had cheered Miska up instantly.
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"What?" asked Linsan warily, though she was hoping that it wasn't a cruel smile plastered on Miska's face.
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"I didn't think you two were a couple," she said in a playful tone.
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Brook and Linsan both tightened their grips.
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Even though they said nothing, Miska's smile grew wider. "Oh, that happened last night! You finally got together? That it your first? No wonder I didn't like either of you yesterday."
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Linsan blushed hotly. She squirmed and fought the urge to hide her face.
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"Oh, tell me you had to share a bed. Was it the beating hearts? The closeness?"
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She couldn't help but look away. In the corner of her vision, she could see Brook doing the same thing.
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Miska slapped her thigh. "So wonderful when two beautiful women find themselves. Just like that book with the apple fair."
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Brook jerked. "*Sweeter than Wine*?"
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Linsan stared at her friend in shock. She had never heard of the book but she couldn't imagined Brook would have read one if she didn't have to. Then a wave of guilt hit her, she didn't know what Brook had been doing in the years since they parted.
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"Yes! That one! Oh, that's where I heard the term..." Miska's eyes glittered with amusement. She made a show of snapping her fingers, though the leather bound digits made no noise. "... what was it..."
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Brook quivered. A quiet whimper escaped her painted lips.
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Then Miska looked up with a wry grin. An expression of triumph. "Let me guess, only one of you really like peach pies?"
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Brook's hand tightened as she inhaled sharply.
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Lisan shrugged. "They are okay, but peaches are expensive."
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Brook didn't respond. Instead, her cheeks grew redder and her grip tightened.
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Lisan leaned over. "What's going on? Does it mean something else?"
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"I-I... I'll tell you later," stammered her friend. Brook pulled her hand away from Linsan's and stepped away, her cheeks red with a flush.
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Miska smirked and patted her gloves against her apron. Her eyes focused on Brook and her smile softened. "First time seducing your companion?"
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"I did not!"
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Lisan coughed. Brook had seduced her, though there wasn't much before they kissed.
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Cheeks burning as hotly as Linsan's, Brook sighed. "Fine, yes. But she was willing."
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Miska's gaze focused on Linsan.
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Confused but still somehow embarassed, Linsan nodded.
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Miska gave a nod of approval. "Well, you two have good tastes then. Maybe we can be friends."
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Linsan had nothing to respond. She watched helplessly as silence grew between them.
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Miska shrugged. "If it gets rid of the fire boys. Besides, how often do I get to mess with a pretty peach's engine?"
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Brook let out a strangled noise.
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Miksa grinned broadly. "Now, let me go to work."
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Linsan
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