Breda reached out and clapped Roy on the back. "Congrats on the impending fatherhood then," he said, reaching into his jacket to pull out a package of cigars.
Havoc greedily reached for a cigar as he pulled his lighter out of his coat pocket. "So, you gonna go back and make an honest woman out of Miss Hawkeye?," Havoc asked as he lit up the cigar.
"It's ironic. I was just sitting here thinking there was nothing that could get me to go back to Central." Roy said, and stood up to cross the room and yank his suitcase from the closet. "I guess I was wrong."
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"Like a diamond ring," Havoc offered.
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"And then we'll help you find a good jeweler," Havoc added.
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