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"Oh, no! There's nothing wrong with it! In fact, I don't really mind much at all!" He laughed awkwardly. "It's just sort of funny that you bring it up, is all!" He looked away with a sheepish smile. "Believe it or not, my mum used to put me in dresses quite often when I was small. At least until I graduated to trousers, anyway. So when you offered, it sort of caught me off guard a little."
“Oh, ja! I have pretty dresses I can wear! And I guess you could have one if you wanted?” He tilted his head a little.
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He raised an eyebrow. "...Wait, you mean a dress?"
“Oh, ja! I have pretty dresses I can wear! And I guess you could have one if you wanted?” He tilted his head a little.
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"And I do believe I recalled something about dressing up? Were you still interested in that?"
“Yeah, later!” He nodded quickly, going to make that coffee now.
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"As am I! So, shall we start setting things up?" 
“Yeah, later!” He nodded quickly, going to make that coffee now.
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Wiggins grabbed a plate and began neatly arranging the sandwiches on it.
“Yeah, later!” He nodded quickly, going to make that coffee now.
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Wiggins started carefully assembling the assorted sandwiches, cutting them into neat little triangles.
“Yeah, later!” He nodded quickly, going to make that coffee now.
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He nodded, awkwardly returning to sandwich duty. He then began humming a little to avoid an awkward silence.
“Yeah, later!” He nodded quickly, going to make that coffee now.
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And then suddenly, the awkward implications of what Gilbert was saying dawned on Wiggins. "Well, umm... Let's just worry about it later, hmm? We have more important things to worry about!"
He smirked. ”You can’t get rid of me that easily! I’ll just have to worry at you from beyond the grave!”
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"Well then!" He huffed. "I suppose this is one mystery that will go unsolved!"
He smirked. ”You can’t get rid of me that easily! I’ll just have to worry at you from beyond the grave!”
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"Then prove it!" He taunted, putting his hands on his hips.
He smirked. ”You can’t get rid of me that easily! I’ll just have to worry at you from beyond the grave!”
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"You underestimate me, Gilbert!" Wiggins cried, making his voice as deep and dramatic as possible. "You may think you've destroyed me, but my powers will transcend space and time if need be!"
He smirked. ”You can’t get rid of me that easily! I’ll just have to worry at you from beyond the grave!”
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He smirked. "You can't get rid of me that easily! I'll just have to worry at you from beyond the grave!"
“Well, then! Onward! Toward the making of the greatest Actually-a-Cappuccino-Party known to man!” He cried, marching off toward the kitchen.
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He laughed a little. "And I assume you'll be sacrifice-free as well?"
“Well, then! Onward! Toward the making of the greatest Actually-a-Cappuccino-Party known to man!” He cried, marching off toward the kitchen.
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"Alright!" He nodded, gathering some assorted sandwich things. "And just as a forewarning, I promise none of these will involve any sacrifices, virgin or otherwise!"
“Well, then! Onward! Toward the making of the greatest Actually-a-Cappuccino-Party known to man!” He cried, marching off toward the kitchen.
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"Alrighty then!" He grinned. "I suppose I'll just have to surprise you, then!"
“Well, then! Onward! Toward the making of the greatest Actually-a-Cappuccino-Party known to man!” He cried, marching off toward the kitchen.
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Once in the kitchen, he began to root around, pulling out some bread. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to see in these sandwiches?"
“Well, then! Onward! Toward the making of the greatest Actually-a-Cappuccino-Party known to man!” He cried, marching off toward the kitchen.
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"Well, then! Onward! Toward the making of the greatest Actually-a-Cappuccino-Party known to man!" He cried, marching off toward the kitchen.
“I make good cappuccino?” Gilbert suggested happily.
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