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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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[He lifts his head to look at her, and then to laugh.]

Yeah, where'd you hit him?

[routemistress]

[She still has her hand on the back of his neck, and the tears are still threatening in the back of her throat. Iris loves that she can throw a rope and count on him to catch it. She's so tired now. She's cried on this man what feels like too much for a lifetime already.]

Right in the... well, to be honest, 'e shot me first, so I didn't get good look. But I did paint 'im pink.

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Bet he looked pretty, too. [His arm slides around her waist and he rests his head on her shoulder again. Just five more minutes, he wants to say, but he doesn't think he could manage to make it sound like a joke.]

Hey what team were you on anyway?

[routemistress]

I rigged up a machine gun. Didn't reckon I'd 'ave a chance else.

[...just try getting rid of her. Although she's been up since Silent Hill, had her own inmate holding her at gunpoint, still has stitches holding her leg together, and may pass out before much longer.]

Pink. Me and Wade teamed up anyway, though. There was cannons.