Well, there's no obvious signs of movement: Kaidy and Ariel look at each other, shrug, and put the kettle on. Ariel produces a packet of bacon from their tiny fridge, making Kaidy snort.
"You are the worst Muslim ever," she informs him. "Bacon? Really?"
"I'm also half Jewish," Ariel reminds her, because clearly that makes it ALL better. "And more to the point, I just pulled a thirteen-hour nightshift, so shut your ugly Anglo face and pass me the frying pan."
At length, and with considerable intervening squabbling, three bacon butties and three mugs of tea are produced, and Kaidy loads two of each onto a tray and makes for her bedroom.
"I'm going to bed," Ariel says loudly, as she opens the door, "So don't scream too loudly, all right?"
"Fuck you, you doughnut," Kaidy retorts good-humouredly, and closes the door behind herself.
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"You are the worst Muslim ever," she informs him. "Bacon? Really?"
"I'm also half Jewish," Ariel reminds her, because clearly that makes it ALL better. "And more to the point, I just pulled a thirteen-hour nightshift, so shut your ugly Anglo face and pass me the frying pan."
At length, and with considerable intervening squabbling, three bacon butties and three mugs of tea are produced, and Kaidy loads two of each onto a tray and makes for her bedroom.
"I'm going to bed," Ariel says loudly, as she opens the door, "So don't scream too loudly, all right?"
"Fuck you, you doughnut," Kaidy retorts good-humouredly, and closes the door behind herself.