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It Felt Better

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“Can you pass the rice?”

 

He got an whine, but rice was passed over lab equipment being fiddled with between them.

 

“Please don’t.” Spengler flicked a stray piece of rice.

 

“That’s Ray’s fault.” Venkman’s hands went up, washing himself of the situation with sarcasm.

 

Spengler gave a look. “Just be careful.”

 

“Didn’t me and your aunt say no toys at the table?” Venkman gestured.

 

“I’m not hungry.”

 

He laughed.

 

“And what’s got you?”

 

“Remember before Sedgewick?”

 

It was quiet.

 

“This meal tasted better when we were savouring those last dollars.”

 

“We ate a lot slower then.”

 

It felt better now.