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[bossily]

Oh, is that all?

[She teases, laughing softly. This is nice, she could definitely get used to this. But then again, she supposes if it was a frequent thing, it would become ordinary eventually.]

Remind me to feed you and drag you out into the sun more often.

[There's a pause as the mention of the sun makes her think of another adventure they had. It feels so long ago now.]

Do you remember the desert planet you took me to once? We were chained to a post and I had left the vibro cutters in my other jacket pocket.

[She's able to laugh about the memory now, though at the time it had seemed so intense.]

I thought we were gonna starve to death. But you told me the sand piranhas would get us long before that ever happened.

[Her giggles bubble forth into something warm and fond and filled with love. This is exactly what she needs to start off the mission. A night of cuddling and quiet conversation before falling asleep.]