[She snorts. At the dinner table, he'd been trying to sell her on the soup, but now he's dismissing it as swill. She rolls over on her side to give him a dry look.]
What about all those things you were saying? About improving blood and... other things... [She traces a finger over the muscles of his stomach.]
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What about all those things you were saying? About improving blood and... other things... [She traces a finger over the muscles of his stomach.]