Spice
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Kenna laughed. "I have to be able to get it. Otherwise you're making it yourself. But then you get the whole cake instead of just a slice."
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Ander rubbed his hands together gleefully. "Excellent. How big of a cake are we talking about here?"
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"As big as you want," Kenna shrugged.
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"As big as the whole maze, wait no," Ander said, snapping his fingers. His eyes lit up with excitement the way they usually did when he had an idea, as if he were thinking of several things at once and couldn't possibly begin to describe them. "Make the maze out of cake. I shall eat my way to freedom."
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"But then I'd have to keep on remaking the maze," Kenna frowned. "I wouldn't want to do that."
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"Fair enough," Ander said with a small shrug, a relaxed smile on his face. They had drifted off on a tangent, and he needed to steer the conversation back to a point from which he could gain more useful information. But slowly, carefully, so as not to raise suspicion. "So your greatest passion and desire...is a maze with cake at the end?"
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"No, that's just what I'd do with a million dollars," Kenna admitted. A frown came to her face. "My greatest desire is something that could never happen."
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Ander concealed his eagerness, casually folding his hands and not breaking eye contact. An innocently quizzical look appeared on his face. "Something that could never happen? What could that be? Many things that seem impossible are in fact, only improbable."
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Kenna let out a single, short laugh. "That may be true for many things, but not this." She took a breath and then let out a sigh. "I guess it's just a bunch of what ifs," she said. She was debating elaborating further. Something about Andy made her feel safe, she felt like she could trust him for some reason. So, she continued. "I was born crippled in my right leg. It wasn't very severe, I only need a cane, rather than a wheelchair or something. But my parents didn't want me because of it. They sent me to an orphanage. I haven't heard very much on my mother, but there's plenty of rumors about my father. He seems to be a terrible person. In a criminalistic way, I've gathered."
"So I just wonder a lot of the times, what if my father was a good person? What if he hadn't given me up? Or what if I wasn't born crippled, would he love me then?" Kenna moved from leaning back in her seat to leaning forward on the table. "I suppose it just all adds up to my desire being a family with people who love and care for me." She looked up at him, waiting for his response to that, seeing if it would be a good one or a bad one. -
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Ander blinked at Kenna for a few seconds, a brief silence stretching between them. He felt a squirm of guilt in his chest. She was letting him in so easily, so trusting and sure that he was a good person. She was so easy to take advantage of. He was sure she was the one he had to kill, yet why was he hesitating?
"That-" he said, placing his fork on his plate. "-is extremely depressing. Your parents suck. I think..." He pursed his lips. "I think you deserve better." -
"Maybe," Kenna mumbled.
She then looked up at Andy with a forced smile on her face. "Anyway, enough about my sob-story,x she said, quickly changing the subject. "How about you, what's your greatest desire?" -
Ander hesitated, a gently confused look in his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. What was his greatest desire? Leaving his life as an assassin behind and starting a new, simpler life? For his enemies to no longer pursue him? To finally discover more about his past, to delve into his origins? No, he couldn't tell her that.
"To see the world," he said after a moment's hesitation, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. "Especially ancient buildings and places rich with history. The idea that something can last so long in a world so temporary as this is just crazy."
It wasn't entirely a lie. He was fascinated by ancient history and he wouldn't mind seeing the world at all, but it wasn't what he wanted most. -
"So you want to be an archeologist, or a historian, or something like that," Kenna grinned. "I can already imagine you in one of those movies where they find some old artifact and get transported to another world."
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"Something like that." Ander stifled a laugh, leaning back more comfortably in the wooden chair. "That's oddly specific. Do you watch a lot of movies?"
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"They would play these absolutely boring ones at the orphanage," Kenna said. "They had wanted it to be at least somewhat "educational.""
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