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"I made that casserole you two like," she said.
"Thanks," John said. "I'm a bit hungry."
"You should've eaten that protein bar I stuffed in your pocket."
"I didn't get to," he said to her, watching her pack her stuff to leave. He felt her lips graze his cheek briskly before seeing her hug their daughter and pat their dog one last time before leaving. Looking down, he saw that the casserole set out for him and Scarlett was hard, stale, and cold. He put down his fork and cleaned up both dishes, not even caring that it was a waste until his daughter stood in the kitchen doorway and offered a suggestion.
"Can we get sushi instead?" she asked.
"Read my mind."
"Should we ask if this fish has radiation?" Scarlett asked, looking down at the tuna rolls and salmon tataki in between her and her father as they dined in the nearby Japanese restaurant. John just chuckled and held his chopsticks, smiling and shaking his head.
"No," he joked. "You sound like your mother."
"She always says she has good reason to worry," Scarlett said.