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The tiny creature flutters, halting its eating habit for a few seconds, his head brushed by her finger. Ironically, he never really got to meet any other insect beforehand, justifying his beamed attention at the fact that she sometimes went insect-gazing. This idea definitely has him interested, inquired by similar flappers such as himself. Of course, this interest deviates back to the massive cookie he just remembers he carries and promptly resumes eating.

Hearing of the unfortunate dinner that ended up becoming urban pancake in the palm of his hand, Alex disengages with a sigh of embarrassement, clearly unhappy about missing that slight. She clears her throat, nervously wipping what's left of the thing away form the doc's hand with an ethereal napkin before slightly nooking her head sideways, rejoining her hands on her knees.

"Well, bringing me to life, of course" she responds, glimmering with a smile "All until then, I've never been as grateful as I am right now, which couldn't have happened without your touch".