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[alias_savant]

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"If it's more involved than a peanut butter and banana sandwich, you'll be beating me about seventy percent of the time," Natasha admits, not especially ashamed of herself. She has other priorities, especially in hell.

She eats.

It's not like she's going to die of malnutrition.

"But for today... maybe we can find a bottle of wine for our picnic."

[alias_savant]

"Wine sounds perfect." And since he's done his own bit of snooping since they arrived, he turns to her with a smile. "I know just the place."

And off they go in search of great wine and a calm picnic.