Phoebe took a sip. "Ex-boyfriend issues," she said honestly. "This is ne of the few places I won't accidentally make a fool out of myself in front of him."
"Kid gloves?" Jarod raised an eyebrow, but figured she probably hadn't meant to talk about gloves the way Parker and Angela had been the other night. They'd warped him forever on the subject. He cleared his throat. "Why would you be handled with kid gloves?"
"Sure." He refilled her glass and shrugged. "She means well, but she knows I haven't had the same kind of life experiences. She thinks I don't understand what's out there or take proper precautions when it's necessary."
He poured himself a glass of Dr. Pepper and took a sip. "Is it like that with you?"
Phoebe nodded. "Almost exactly like that. He thinks I'm naive because I see things that others don'ty and I'm determined to take care of things if I can in my own way." She took a sip of her wine. "He knows that I was sheltered before I came here and now I have this new responsibility and things that need to be done."
Ivanova shrugged. "Attack of the Snow Monsters. It Came from Canada. Old injuries." She indicated her sling. "Annoying, but necessary without a bonefuser." She accepted the drink and raised it in a little toast to him before taking a sip. "Good memory. Thanks."
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