<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari took a deep breath after Dumas agreed with her. Good, they wouldn't have to argue about that. The last thing Mari wanted was to argue with anyone, for that matter. Especially with Dumas. "I think I have all the 'twins' I can handle, honey", the hostess joked softly. "Plus, I don't think either of us has enough talent to rob a bank. Well, maybe <span style="font-style: italic">she </span>does."<br/><br/>Leaving the serious thoughts aside, Mari smiled and got on a comfortable position on Dumas' back. "I bet I can", she replied, chuckling softly. When Dumas started trotting around the room, Mari's chuckling turned to a full blown laughter, leaving her equally nearly breathless when Dumas finally stopped. She listened to him and smiled. "It sounds wonderful", Mari murmured. Not only the memory itself, but having any memories at all should be wonderful.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Mari hoped to shake her thoughts off. It was not the time for that. As they went in the kitchen, Mari slipped off Dumas' back and sat on the chair. "I wouldn't want you to", Mari replied, watching Dumas with a big smile. "Thanks for that, honey. I promise I'll love the sandwiches, even if they are terrible", she teased, in a good mood again. "Tell me if you can't find anything, okay?"</div>