“Yes. I do.”
Chastity smiled at him and put her chin in her palm. “Good answer,” she said, but it let about seventy million tons of weight fall off of Jack’s chest. Or… what felt like seventy million tons, anyway.
Jack smiled, and polished off the last bit of his gyro plate. “That’s a relief,” he said, even though it was a pretty lame thing to say.
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Well, to be honest, I was kind of afraid that I was the only one thinking about that sort of thing,” he admitted. Hey, the topic was on the table; why not delve further into it?
“Now that’s interesting,” Chastity said and settled back in her chair.
“How so?” Jack asked, a little nervous.

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