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"Don't get too overzealous," she warns, pointing a finger at him to distract his attention while she snags another slice of his pizza. Dreams, it's good. "There's plenty of time and pizzas in the multiverse to try all those combination ideas floating around in your head."

After another refill of ginger ale and most of the pizza is gone (did she really eat the equivalent of a full pizza on her own? Yes. Yes she did.), Amelia leans back into the booth they're sitting in with a contented sigh. "It's been such a long time since I had pizza. Thanks for the excuse to come out." She gives him another wink, but it's well-intentioned this time. She's spent far too much time inside as of late and Felix has been a wonderful distraction from her thoughts.

Still, she notices the tension in his shoulders, the slow degradation of his posture. Something's on his mind, something uncomfortable, by the looks of things. She tilts her head to the side slightly. "Something on your mind?"