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What Hana's saying is in fact probably right in important ways, but given that Ari did, in fact, like it (even though this is mildly embarrassing to be called out on), she does not feel super inclined to let Hana spiral guiltily about it.

It's kind of a gamble but - "I mind how uneven my hands feel."

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"What?"

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"Well, you know, you did the right one for a lot longer than this one.  And I don't mind the thing you said, but the obvious lack of symmetry is really distracting, so.  You don't have to pick it back up again; I mean you do you, but if you were trying to fix the situation.  Then that is the part I actually care about."

(It is bad and manipulative of her to say this, but she can live with being a bad and manipulative person, that's fine.)

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Hana looks deeply conflicted about this.

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Well, Ari's hardly going to interrupt her.

Her hands do feel terribly uneven and it would sure be nice if Hana would pick back up again, but even if she decides that she doesn't want to, then it'll probably be - on her own end, as it were, and that would be a win too.

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She starts to scoot back towards Ari a bit, then stops and looks at the coffee table.  "I . . . was going to make another latte.  Did you want one?"

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" - Another one?  Did you even like the first one; it didn't look like you did.  And I mean, it didn't look very likable; I didn't mean that as a you thing."

Since it looks like hand . . . pets, aren't imminently going to be a thing again, she sits on her hands to try and even out the sensations between them.  It helps a little.

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"I want another just like it."

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That was the weirdest 'very carefully not a 'yes'' answer she's heard in a while.  "If you say so; I'll pass on this one.  - Might take a plain hot water if you felt like it, though?"

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"I can do that."

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Probably this is some sort of thing where she's attempting to shove this interaction into a friend shape instead of an employer/employee shape by doing something for Ari, so she's just going to let her do that without interfering or offering to help.  She plays a little of the sequel to Temple Run while she waits but isn't focused enough for any of the runs to last very long.

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She's back in a couple minutes with Ari's . . . plain . . . hot . . . water, as well as her own terrible, thin yet chunky, cappuccino soup.

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Ari isn't invested enough in this to even pause; she lets herself run into a flame spigot thing.  "Thanks!"

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"You're welcome!"  She visibly considers doing something else, but ultimately takes a seat in the same place as she did initially, on the other end of the same couch as Ari.

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Ari belatedly realizes she could have used that time to go change, but also that does sound kind of scary even though there's a lot of evidence that it would be fine and she's kind of already sent that ship off sailing and therefore it's a dumb thing to be scared about.  So phone games was probably fine.

The water is a bit too hot to drink but the mug is quite nice to hold in her hands.  "How's yours?"

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"It's good."

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"Liar," she smiles.  It's slightly aaa to say something so bold and able to be taken as mean, but she thinks maybe it'll help with the like, subordination thing going on here and then it's already out of her mouth.

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"Well.  It's nostalgic, then.  How's yours, then, and don't try and tell me it's better."

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Thank fucking god.  "It is to me!  I realize we have like, exactly two things here, and one of them is the awful concoction you're somehow enjoying, but even when there are more things I like this one sometimes."

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"I'd say your taste is all in your mouth but that does seem to be included in the affected area."  Regret flashes across her face for a beat.  "And also it would be very rude and I would never actually say that to mean it."

She curls into herself a bit and tries to hide it with another sip.

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Oh no can she salvage this - "Well, I mean, if people who can't see are blind, and people who can't hear are deaf, and people who can't smell are . . ."  She snaps repeatedly, trying to find the word.

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". . . Having anosmia?  Anos . . . mic?"

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"Anosmic, yeah!  - Then what does that make me, who's got no taste?"

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"I don't know!  - Wait, do you actually - is that why just the water or - "

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