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Ava snorts a laugh, then stops. “Fine, fine, we’re totally not interested, Rems.” “Are you sure?” His face is pure mischief mixed with gloating as he slowly opens the container to reveal several smaller containers. “Because I’ve got fish and chips!” Silence fills the room before Creigh jumps up and snatches a container—no, two. “You get one for being the sweetest ever, Glyn.” Remi gives me a container and then another to Bran. “And you for being a bloody good sport, mate.” Then he smirks at Cecily and Ava, who are watching the containers with parted lips that are only short of drooling. “You two, however, will need to beg my lordship.” Creigh already opened his container, and the smell wafts through the air. Ava swallows. “It’s our house. The least you can do is pay up for interrupting our night.” “I’ll pay up in money, but not fish and chips. Now, say, please, your lordship.” “Go wank a horse, your lordship.” Ava glares. He makes an error sound like this is a game show. “You have two