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Pepper shrugs, munching on some popcorn. "There's a robot," she says in her defense with a tiny smile, as if that's the reason. And sure, it's one of them, but it's not all there is to it. Their hands knock over the bowl and Pepper twitches slightly; like touching a livewire, the spot of skin that kissed his tingling hotly. Rolling her lips into her mouth, she forces her shaky hand to pick up some more kernels like had been the plan all along, hoping her cheeks aren't as pink as they feel as she keeps watching the movie without really registering anything that happens.