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Moiety
Chapter Forty Four: Home Life
"What's this?"
James glances over his shoulder to eye Shepard from his position at the stove. She stands with one arm draped over the open refrigerator door and the other holding up a pitcher of bright orange something.
"Ah," he recognizes, smile breaking free as he returns to his eggs. "That's the carrot juice."
Shepard eyes it like it's diseased. "What's it for?"
"For my protein shakes," he answers easily, and then, another look over his shoulder. "You want some eggs, babe?"
Shepard opens her mouth, then closes it, then, "You're so…domestic."
James laughs.
Shepard finds it rather suits him.