Chocolate Cake

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The meal was comfortable and they were talking about things they would like to do if they were able to get some time off.  They even dared to talk about the future and retirement. As Illya was talking Napoleon began to smile at him.

“What?” 

“Good thing you have your lab to fall back on when you retire from the field.”

“And why would that be?” Illya asked irritated.

Napoleon showed him the bill from the meal.  “Your part of the bill is almost double mine.”

“You are paying, right?”

Napoleon nodded.

“Chocolate cake then, to make it exactly double.”