"Wishful thinking," Felicity answered and wished she could blame the drinks, but they hadn't arrived yet. Instead, she just shook her head. "Believe me, there's nothing there. It's just sometimes my brain gets its wires crossed when he's rattling around in there and I say things I shouldn't, or wouldn't normally. He's used to it by now and usually just gives me that little smile until I reboot my brain."
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