Clarice Creed (
noteasytobepink) wrote2012-12-30 11:41 pm
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The DINNER ~ Wheelsy AU
She'd been working two days, a day to get a handle on the simple art of flower arranging (complicated stuff would come later) and to start learning delivery routes. It had been nice to be moving again, doing something, anything, constructive and today...
...today she actually teleported back to Bill's house with an armload of groceries and flailed. "I'M RUNNING LATE! DID THE ROAST IN THE CROCKPOT TURN OUT...wait. YOU"RE NOT HOME ARE YOU?!"
It probably wasn't time for him to be home. Meep. Talking to an empty house and running late on starting the meal still! Right! Dough! Dough first, for bread and a sweet dough for tarts. Those needed to rise, then she could start peeling potatoes...
Right. She could do this. She flipped on the radio, tossed her floral shop hat on the counter and stared COOKING. Dancing and cooking but hey who didn't need music to cook well? "Knife!" she called out, years of habit having the warning go out amidst the music so no one got hit by the knife headed toward the sink.
She tended to throw things when she was cooking. Yep.
...today she actually teleported back to Bill's house with an armload of groceries and flailed. "I'M RUNNING LATE! DID THE ROAST IN THE CROCKPOT TURN OUT...wait. YOU"RE NOT HOME ARE YOU?!"
It probably wasn't time for him to be home. Meep. Talking to an empty house and running late on starting the meal still! Right! Dough! Dough first, for bread and a sweet dough for tarts. Those needed to rise, then she could start peeling potatoes...
Right. She could do this. She flipped on the radio, tossed her floral shop hat on the counter and stared COOKING. Dancing and cooking but hey who didn't need music to cook well? "Knife!" she called out, years of habit having the warning go out amidst the music so no one got hit by the knife headed toward the sink.
She tended to throw things when she was cooking. Yep.
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"Hm, that sounds good." He was stuffed, and could use some time kicking back with her.
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"Popcorn?" he asked, pulling out a jar of Orville Redenbacher.
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"I'll make you some, you can eat it or play with it, whichever you choose."
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...because she could.
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Bowl in hand, he wrapped his arm around her and nodded towards the living room.
"C'mon, I hear the couch callin' us both."
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She liked that.
"So, on the list of thing you swore I had to see...where are me?"
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Going for light hearted and silly, he made his choice.
"Let's pop in Raising Arizona. It's pretty funny."
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Remote in hand, he returned to the couch, looking down at her expectantly. Yes, he was expecting her to budge over and make room for him.
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"Yessssss?" she drawled up at him cheerfully.
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"We sharin' the couch, or am I gonna have t'sit on you?"
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Where that meant tucking herself more against the back of the couch!
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Fitting into the space she made, he looked over at her.
"Y'know, y'wouldn't squish me at all if you wanted to sit over here."
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"Hmmm, want me to ooze over into your lap? Is that it?"
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"See, nice, right?"
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MWAHAHHAHA!
Okay, I'm done. Sorry. So, whatcha think? Continue here? Start a new? Where should we go from here, boss?]
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