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Kai set her datapad aside, head tipped as she regarded her friend. She hadn’t seen that smile before—bittersweet was the closest word she could use to describe it. 

A soft snort escaped her and she settled her hands in her lap as she leaned forward, elbows braced on her knees. “Oh really? Any good ones that stuck with you?”

Her smile turns from painful to amused in the space of a heartbeat. “There were several.” She replies, leaning back and closing her book. Slowly, she sets the book aside, her fingers running over it’s spine lovingly. “It was the only time he could ever bother to be imaginative.”

Eyes dropping down to the floor she tries to pick her favourite of the bunch, though that’s harder than she first thought. “I think the one I loved best was when he started swearing in German. It was easier to pick out what the swear words meant. Ficken was his favourite. Though the one I often used was arschloch.”