<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari chuckled as well when Dumas said she had great faith in his cooking abilities. Well, he couldn't exactly blame her, could he? She had always been the one doing the cooking. But she was being honest. Even if it was absolutely terrible, Mari would eat and appreciate the sandwich. "All right, honey. I'll trust you with my digestive system's health", she joked softly.<br/><br/>Staying where she was, Mari followed Dumas only with her gaze, observing how well he seemed to know where everything was. He had probably been observing her closely while she cooked, and memorized the places, she thought to herself. Her thoughts wandered to the comment he had made about his past. Once again, Mari thought how good it should feel to have these kind of memories. And wondered about her own. Would they be good? Bad? She couldn't really tell.<br/><br/>Mari was still distracted with these thoughts when Dumas turned around. When she saw the expression on his face, Mari knew he had something more to tell her. Bracing herself, Mari kept silent and waited. What now? Holding Dumas's hands, Mari lowered her gaze to meet his. The expressions in Mari's big blue eyes were fleeting. Surprise. Shock. Concern. Then, her gaze took Mari's usual calm and sweet expression. "You don't need to apologize for that, honey." Mari's fingers ran through Dumas's curls, gently. "It was a bit of a bad choice, but... I don't think people really stop to think at these moments." Mari leaned in and kissed Dumas's lips briefly. "Everything will be okay, honey. It was just once. We'll be careful from now on."</div>