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[Cain has flour on his cheek, and he's in the kitchen, taking a break.] Y'know, worldwide there's room for comfort food after a real shitty day. I'm takin' requests.

Me, I always went for pierogis. Stayed in Poland just long enough to learn how to make 'em. [And to kill a diplomat. But. You know.] Kid seemed to like 'em pretty well, too. Pretty sure tastes change, though...

Anyway, give 'em here, give me all your requests.

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[surfaceshine]

[It's Dean, who doesn't need to talk, and doesn't need her to talk; Dean who would sit and eat pancakes with her and fill the space between them with nonsense and noise and not expect a damn thing in return.

Dean, who gets it, as much as he doesn't want to and nods.]

Alright. You know where to find me, sweetheart.

[I'm sorry.]

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[hellofist]

It's not your fault. Will text, I promise.