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“Great.” Her tone and facial expression did not, in fact, say ‘great’. Pulling out a notepad and pen from her apron, she asked flatly, “What do you want?”Riz shocked them both, blurting out, “I want to talk.” His forthright reply felt awful in that moment, catching her off guard at a time where he already had the upper hand. To soften his request, he hastily added, “I think.”Kipperlilly’s eyebrows raised incrementally, a small smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “… To order?”--------------Riz runs into Kipperlilly working one of her late-night shifts at Krom's. A truce is reached.