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[ Oh, yes, Murphy's watching for that reaction. And when he gets it, he takes a little bow with flourish. ]

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[He tries to keep from smiling and fails utterly.]

Spare time in a bunker, huh?

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More fun than shooting myself.

[ Murphy saunters over to pick up his own bowl and sample it. Not bad, not bad. He should try actually shopping for ingredients sometime. ]

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[Way to kill the mood, Murphy.]

I'm glad you went with this option.

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[ What do you mean! Murphy's still in a good mood. ]

Tastes better.

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No wonder Clarke wanted you in the kitchen.

[He smirks.]

I bet you cause less trouble in there.

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Is that a challenge? I can try harder.

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[He lets out a little scoff.]

Does that mean you haven't been trying your hardest, or you haven't been trying at all?

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It comes so naturally most of the time. Maybe I'm losing my touch. What do you think? Should I set the place on fire?

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You wanna give up the first soft bed we've had in... how long?

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[ Murphy waves his fork knowingly in Bellamy's direction. ]

Using comfort to keep me in line, huh? I like that strategy. Keep it up.

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[See? He still gets things about Murphy!]

It's a good thing you don't snore.

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That's where you draw the line?

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Yep. Not even this— [He lifts his bowl slightly.] —would make up for it.

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Lucky for both of us, I've never gotten any complaints in bed.

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[Bellamy lets out a little disbelieving—but good-natured—scoff.]

I'm glad Emori is so forgiving.

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The word you're looking for is "grateful".

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Is that what you call it?

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Don't be jealous.

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[He's not even sure who he's supposed to be jealous of in this scenario, and responding at all is a trap, so—]

Shut up, Murphy.

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[ Murphy will take this as a win, anyway! He smirks triumphantly and finishes off the rest of his stirfry in a few rapid shovels, then turns to start cleaning up the mess he made while cooking. ]

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[What an asshole. Bellamy finishes up his portion and then quietly starts to help Murphy tidy up. After a moment or so of silence, he speaks up again.]

Have you had any of those dreams yet?

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[ More unsettling psychic shit! ]

How would I even be able to tell?

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[Bellamy shrugs. Who knows! The psychic shit throws him off, too.]

Guess you can just tell. You can control what happens.

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You haven't had one?