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Mhmm.

[She hums it skeptically, like she's actually going to judge him harshly. When she takes a sip, though, her eyebrows go up.]

Oh, wow, you did do a good job.

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Man's gotta be good at somethin', right?

( it's pleasantly self-deprecating, though it ain't hardly serious. he ain't the sort to really come down hard on himself, he's just bein' playful. )

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Oh, you're good at plenty of things.

[She holds up a hand, ticking off fingers as she goes.]

Charming, handsome, smart, a medic... What else could we ask for?

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I will have you know, I am also an excellent gardener.

( the result'a his ma lookin' over his shoulder for years after she passed, an' all that. )

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See what I mean? What can't you do?

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( lotta things, but he ain't gonna drag down the mood. he smiles, the gesture crinkling the corners of his eyes. )

My aunt Ysobel always said I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. My cross to bear, I know, I know.

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[Kate clicks her tongue, feigning disappointment.]

That's terrible. I might as well just leave right now.

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Well, door's right there.

( he raises both eyebrows, expectant an' teasin'. )

I mean, if that's a dealbreaker then you couldn't possibly want any of the pie I made the other day neither.

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Hmm.

[Kate taps her finger against her lips, contemplative.]

What kind of pie are we talking about?