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"There's cereal on top of the fridge if you're really that hungry," Spencer laughed.
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“Food!” Anya found the cereal, poured herself a bowl, and started eating it.
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Spencer chuckled and flipped the pancakes.
"Hey, if you really wanted yogurt, you could have gone back to your room to get some. Not that I wanted you to," he added quickly.
Anya laughed, setting the cereal bowl on the counter. “I think I’ll live,” she whispered, kissing his cheek.
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"Good, I'm glad." Spencer grinned, turning to kiss her nose. He turn back to the stove and put the pancakes on the plate that magically appeared by him because the author forgot to have him grab one.
//XD
Fourth wall? What fourth wall?
Anya ate a pancake, grabbing it from the plate as Spencer’s back was turned. “Mmm, these are good,” she said happily.
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(Precisely. I lowkey gave up on stuff today. Lol. I don't want to leave later…)
Spencer whipped around to see Anya eating a pancake.
"Hey! You were supposed to wait!" He exclaimed with a laugh.
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“Well, to be fair, they’re really good,” Anya said, holding up the half-eaten pancake.
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"I'm glad they're good, but would you please wait next time?" Spencer asked, holding back his laughter.
“Sure,” Anya sighed, setting down the pancake. “Happy now?”
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"Quite, thank you," Spencer laughed, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before flipping pancakes.
Anya smiled, leaning against the counter. “I’m bored. Also hungry.”
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"You can turn the TV on while you're waiting if you want," Spencer suggested.
“Nah,” Anya said, twirling a strand of her somewhat messy but still cute because this is fictional hair around a finger. “I’ve got plenty of entertainment. You are adorable when you concentrate.”
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Spencer snorted and flipped the last pancake.
"I am not adorable," he argued. "And these are done, now."
“Yes, you are,” Anya smiled. “Can I take a pancake now?”
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"Am not," Spencer muttered before grabbing a plate and handing it to Anya. "Yes, you may. Feel free."
“Hooray!” Anya took a pancake, then remembered her manners and said, “Thanks,” then ate it.
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Spencer smiled and put a few onto his own plate, then drowned them in syrup. He grabbed a fit from the drawer and started to eat, leaning against the table. He watched Anya eat while he did the same, a hint of a smile ever-present on his face.
“So,” Anya said after her seventh pancake. “When did you learn to cook? Between missions? As a side hobby? During a mission?”
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"My mom taught me, actually," Spencer said softly, looking down at his plate. "She started teaching me when I was little, that way I would be able to cook whenever I needed or wanted to."
Anya froze. She never knew what to do in real personal situations. At a loss, she nodded slowly, not really looking at Spencer. Before she knew what she was saying, she whispered, “I wish I had that.”
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Spencer glanced up at Anya when she spoke. He set his plate down and made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace.
"Can I ask what happened?" he murmured into her hair.
“I don’t know,” Anya whispered. “I looked. Everywhere, anywhere I thought there might be anything. But there wasn’t.” She paused, drawing in a shaky breath. “I’m a ghost. As far as the records go, I was not born, I am not truly alive— just a ghost.”
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Spencer sighed and held her closer, closing his eyes tightly. He knew how it was to not find the information you desperately needed to know what happened and who you are. He went through it every day.
"I'm sorry," he managed to choke out. "I sort of know how you feel."
Anya couldn’t stop a tear from escaping her eye as she buried her face in his shirt. “Do you need to… I mean, you don’t have to…. can I do anything to… to help you?”
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"Unless you have access to top-secret, possibly-nonexistent files on a suspicious case, I don't think so," Spencer sighed, tightening his hold on her. "But you can keep me company. What can I do for you?"
“Just be here,” Anya whispered, wrapping her arms around his chest. She paused a moment before adding, “If you, ah… I could probably get access to those files, if you want.”
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Spencer blinked and pulled away sharply. "That's not funny," he monotoned, searching her face. "Please tell me you're not joking."
Anya shook her head. “I know what it’s like to get your hopes up and have them crushed, so don’t raise yours too high. But yes, I might be able to really get the files. If they exist.”