[There's enough variety in Paradisa to be surprised, after all. When Joel leaves the couch, Tess shifts a bit closer to where he had been sitting. The seat cushion is warm against her bare feet. She watches him go through the liquor cabinet, idly running her fingers through her still-damp hair and combing it out of her face.
A bit of a smile plays on her mouth.]
She'd think I have better taste in music and movies than you. You probably made her listen to country.
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[There's enough variety in Paradisa to be surprised, after all. When Joel leaves the couch, Tess shifts a bit closer to where he had been sitting. The seat cushion is warm against her bare feet. She watches him go through the liquor cabinet, idly running her fingers through her still-damp hair and combing it out of her face.
A bit of a smile plays on her mouth.]
She'd think I have better taste in music and movies than you. You probably made her listen to country.