<span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The smell of something delicious reminded Sara’s stomach that she needed to eat.  Undoing the laces to her boxing gloves, she made her way slowly upstairs to the kitchen where the remainder of the team congregated around the kitchen table discussing Art’s latest inventions.  Sweaty and hungry, she investigated the pots on the stove while Sam carefully fingered new arrow tips that looked like they’d been dipped into a vat of caramel.  The heads were about the size of ping pong balls and incandescent in color.  “UV tipped arrowheads that explode in a blinding flash of light, killing radius about ten feet.”  Art proudly explained.  His eyes were alight with excitement over the plate he held in front of him.  His enthusiasm was contagious, and she couldn’t help but smile.<br/>
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Bobby nodded impressed, “I like this, but have you made something for me?” Remembering how easily the blood sucker took his sledgehammer away, like bully stealing a treat from a baby. A heartbeat later, Art shook his head, "Not, yet but soon. I don't like presenting something without some testing of my own." Sara sat beside Art, bowl full of something looking like vegetables in red sauce. "That's ratatouille, by the way." Sam interjected in an attempt to provide some cultural exposure. Sara smiled, cheeks bulging with something delicious, shrugged. As much as she appreciated his efforts in educating her, so long as it was good she'd eat it, hamburgers, Spam, corn dogs.<br/>
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Swallowing, she looked at all of them before finally saying what was on her mind, "We all saw what was out there. I'm confident Art will come up with new weapons." Looking at her friend with a new look, "What I want to say is ~ this has taught me we don't know what's around the next corner." Leaning towards Art and looking into his eyes, she kissed his lips to everyone's surprise. Straightening up, "Don't take anything for granted." Getting up abruptly and leaving, Art touched his lips in wonderment. </span>