Once he'd encountered a few people and figured out what was going on, Jaime had almost locked himself in his room. Not because he wasn't used to weird stuff, but because he wasn't used to being more off-balance than the Scarab. Usually he was calm and collected and the Scarab flipped out an told him to blow things up
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If the nickname hadn't let Jaime know who she was, the dark hair, black shirt, and ankh should have helped.
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He waved at the skillet he was currently watching. "You want some?"
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She liked being a girl, okay?
She padded over to stand next to him. "Sure. What is it?"
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"Well, I was going to make fajitas, but then I realized I wanted some mole sauce, so..." he shrugged helplessly. "Beef and onions and peppers and mole sauce, I guess."
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Jaime paused, head cocked as if listening to something else and frowning with concentration. "Ellie?"
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If there was ever a time to ask that, she felt this was that day.
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He looked over at him... her... whatever. "What about you? I suspect you've got more weirdness experience than I do."
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"Whatever that is, I like the smell."
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"Is there any chance you're cooking something really hot?"
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