Adam begins cooking her eggs. "You don't have to do that, Arty, but I'd love to come to your fitting. I've had a few, but not in Milan."
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Max's eye roll is visible under her closed eyelids. "Yeah, I know, ghost, but your little princess likely couldn't unless I let her, yeah?" She cracks an eye and shoots Natasha an unimpressed look. "What're you gonna do, goth me to death?"