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Amira put her stuff up and got out of the way of Weston putting his things up too, keeping track of what was his that he couldnt mark just in case. She hung back away from him for a bit, taking a minute to get a drink of water since she was very much into staying as hydrated as possible. She ended up sitting on the kitchen island while she sat there, kind of wondering if Weston could actually cook, and where he learned if he knew how to. She hadnt known many men who could cook more than a few simple dishes.