Jew and Chinese food [for only_pepper]

[criminal_issues]

The first week of internships had ended and that meant Devon and Pepper had to block out time to compare notes and see if they needed to fire anyone. The way Devon saw it, three would probably drop before the end of the intern process. It was how things worked. Of course, Pepper had a busy schedule and Devon's wasn't uneventful either

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[only_pepper]

Pepper was relaxed and happy. France was the perfect thing she'd needed to once again be secure in her private life

[criminal_issues]

"Oh thank God," Devon replied, pushing a stack of papers away. His hand found a dumpling and he popped it into his mouth. It was warm and satisfying in a way that nothing had been all day. It occurred to him then that he had forgotten to eat lunch completely that day.

"I brushed my teeth at SI today," he admitted, sitting back on his legs. "And I agree. I think the busier you are, the less of a life you have."

Opening another container, he found cold noodles. Grabbing a pair of chop sticks, he ripped the casing. "How was France?"

[only_pepper]

Kicking off her heels, she sat down on the ground across from Devon, and grabbed another random container. Taking a bite, she was pleased to note it was something spicy and sweet, and she was pretty sure it was chicken. "France was lovely," she said, around a mouthful of food. "Warren was lovely, the wedding was lovely, it was all...lovely."

She scrucnched her nose slightly as she smiled. "I feel we should open a branch there, just for an excuse to visit more often. Have you ever been there, Devon?" She pulled her purse closer and took out a bottle of water. Opening it, she took a drink as she waited for Devon's response.

[criminal_issues]

Devon nodded at the lovely as he shoveled some mushu pork into his mouth. Oh yes, in front of Pepper, he was a regular gentleman. Taking a napkin, he wiped his chin and smiled.

"I concur," he replied, pointing his chop sticks in Pepper's direction. "And, I've never been there. I was going to go at one point but -- I didn't," he said, piping down and digging into the cold noodles again. It wasn't often that Devon hit that nerve. He had escaped it for months. If he didn't think hard enough, he could almost forget his name.