Have a Little Faith
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"Come on, Carter. Have a little faith."
She looked down, dubiously regarding the liquid in the cup Jack passed to her.
"Really?" She eyed his cup, then the one Mitchell had abandoned. Memories of her previous visit were surprisingly clear. "They look the same."
Bringing it closer, she sniffed.
"Think of this as the kids' version," he smirked. "It won't go to your head like last time and make you take off your… oomph."
Sam withdrew the elbow that had unerringly met its mark, and cautiously sipped.
"If you're wrong…"
Jack leaned in. "Hey, if you can't trust your husband…"