Yeah, he supposed he had to give her that one. It wasn't as though he'd been standing around down here with the express purpose of ambushing her, but he had to admit this wasn't an ideal venue for hashing out arguments, or for yelling. The house didn't really have ideal venues for that sort of thing; there were too many people here, always, and the walls were too thin. Neither one of those was an ailment that would be alleviated any time soon.

"Sure," he agreed, moving out of her way. He didn't look at her while she walked to the kitchen door.

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