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[bannion_sight]

It's getting colder as the year moves deeper into fall, but it's not yet chill enough to keep Kim from wandering out by the lake for a breath of fresh air.

Currently she's standing near the water with her hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket, looking curiously at an apple tree that's showing a remarkably bountiful harvest.

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[hopeitsworthit]

Dean quirks a crooked smile, pulling himself from thinking about shit he can't do a damn thing to fix.

"I'd offer to make pie or something, but -- dude, I burn Rice Krispie treats."

Speaking of changing the subject --

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Her smile flashes, sudden and mischievous.

"We wouldn't want that-- the waitrats might throw you out."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Okay, now that was pretty damn creepy."

He's grinning, though, and looking a little more comfortable.

"Those things're built more like ants, I swear."

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"Except with fewer legs," Kim points out, very practically.

"And fur. And tails. And--"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah, yeah," Dean says, waving one hand in the air like it's gonna get him something.

"Whatever. But in principle, with the whole strength thing, they're kinda the same."

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"Oh."

A beat. Kim looks intrigued by the concept.

"I hadn't thought of it like that before," she says.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah, well. You should hang out with me more often, then. Open up to a whole new view of reality."

He spreads his arms out, shit-eating grin on his face.

When you got it, flaunt it, right?

Plus, you know -- more distraction from the previous awkward is always a plus.

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Kim giggles.

"Of reality, is it?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"As much as this weirdass place ever is, anyway."

What? Like he's gonna argue?

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"Good enough, I guess."

She shakes her head, smiling.

"As far as hanging out goes -- any interest in heading back inside? It's getting colder out here, and I haven't had coffee in almost an hour," Kim concludes, dramatically.

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Dean laughs.

"Yeah, guess we better go fix that, stat."

Before Kim goes off and tries something crazy.

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"Stat?"

Now Kim's laughing, too.

"We'll make a doctor out of you yet."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Nah," Dean says, lazy as anything.

"Field medic, maybe. I'll let you try, if you want."

He's already got most of the skills down.

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"Coffee first," she decides. "We can get to the practical stuff later."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Works for me, sweetheart."

It works for Dean just fine.