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Is it just me, or do you not communicate with humans?" A.J. demanded, breaking the silence only because she could hear herself thinking.
"I'm not uncommunicative," Kane said mildly. "I'm meditative."
"Great. I'm teamed up with Ghandi."
He snorted a laugh and she cheered up a little. "Wow. Was that an actual reaction?"
"Don't press your luck."
“Quit meditating and talk to me, or I’ll talk to you and you already know how good I am at that,” she warned, and even while his gaze narrowed, she went on another rant—the kind that used to drive her brother, Gabriel, nuts. “So if you think about it, all of these planted fields probably look the same as they did three thousand years ago. Do you think the pharaohs used irrigation systems, or did they just beat small children until they cried enough to water the plants?” No response. Fine, she could keep this up all day. “Did you know that some people believe the pyramids were built by space aliens? It would explain a lot, but what do you think? Was it ancient astronauts, or were the Egyptians just really good architects, or—”
“Okay!” he snapped. “I surrender.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?
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