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Bridget is curled up on the comfiest couch by the fire, Stark Industries tablet in her lap, playing Bejeweled.

What? It's relaxing!

(She borrowed Tony's shampoo again this morning, but a different variety of the same brand. Kiwi-lime instead of mango-raspberry.)

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[seeagreatergood]

He cocks his head.


"For the record," quietly, "I'm not worried."

[regularsized]

"Sweet of you."

But she doesn't increment his score. It's not the same kind of thing.

[seeagreatergood]

He shrugs.

"Logical. If you can walk around this crazy place without stressing out, and put up with my lousy jokes while you're at it, clearly you've got enough self-control that I don't have to be worried."

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"I'm still not convinced you really know what you're talking about," she says, "but I'll be happy if you never find out."

[seeagreatergood]

"I can get behind that."

[regularsized]

"Yeah."

She pauses the game and looks at him, smiling faintly.

[seeagreatergood]

". . . Did you win the game?"

[regularsized]

"No."

[seeagreatergood]

"It stopped jingling," he points out, unnecessarily.

[regularsized]

Deadpan: "I noticed."

[seeagreatergood]

"Am I distracting you?"

[regularsized]

"Little bit," she says, fondly.

[seeagreatergood]

He attempts to look repentant.

[regularsized]

"Plus one for adorable again," says Bridget.

[seeagreatergood]

Auggie cracks up.

[regularsized]

She chuckles.

[seeagreatergood]

"Thirty-nine. I'm so close I can taste it."

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...

She snickers.

[seeagreatergood]

"Unless that was crass, in which case I'll come up with another metaphor."

[regularsized]

"Crass but funny. No scoring change."

[seeagreatergood]

"I'll take that."

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Chuckling, Bridget unpauses the game.