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“You’re all taking home Diwali candles,” Yusuf announces, leaning over to kiss Ariadne hello as he drops a shopping bag next to their table. “My mother was wildly optimistic about how many rugrats would be at storytime today.”
“We live together,” Eames points out, dropping his sketchbook on the table and taking sip of his cappuccino.
“All the more for me!” Ariadne says happily, “We’ll foist the rest off on Arthur.”
As if on cue there’s Arthur at the door, bicycle helmet and reflective vest still on from his evening commute.
Be careful, Eames reminds himself, be careless, be careful.