Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me, this is fan fiction, not for profit.
Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
Craving
… that's just weird.
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Becker and Connor were standing in line at the chocolate shop.
"It's nothing to worry about," soothed Connor. "Abby gets odd cravings when she's pregnant too."
"Like what?" asked the stoic soldier.
"Ohh… chicken fajitas, with extra hot sauce, pickles, peanuts, pretzels, chocolate ice cream…" Connor was counting off the foods on his fingers.
"None of that is weird," objected Becker "Abby eats that stuff ordinarily."
"It's weird when she eats it all at the same time," chuckled Connor "and then won't drink anything but ribena."
"It's not really the same," replied Becker "not at all."
Becker stepped up to the counter. The confectionary clerk smiled.
"What can I get for you today?" she asked.
"I'd like a box of chocolates for my wife," replied Becker.
"What size box?" asked the confectioner.
She pointed to an array of different sized containers.
"The largest one," said Becker firmly.
"And what types of chocolates would you like for your wife?"
"Just one kind," replied Becker "dark chocolate orange creams."
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