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    ‘ i’m sure, but do we have time to be picky ?? ‘

❛ um--- no. we don’t. you’re right. ❜

“You know, I heard it’s even supposed to  start snowing tonight.”

❛ toasty. ❜  there was a new soft decadence to his tone as he let his gaze swim down to patterned cloth napkins--- making himself look occupied.  ❛ i hope it does. but i also hope having a toasty room doesn’t keep you from wanting to snuggle up with me. ❜

    the attempted joke made her grin a little. ‘ ha-ha. c’mon, you looks fine as is. can’t be picky now. ‘

❛ i think how you dress is the one thing you can be picky about. ❜

❛ oh. well, i’m sorry to hear that. have you thought about setting up security cameras? or maybe calling your local precinct? ❜ 

❛ i talked to my p.i. friend but... ❜ all he did was laugh and keep eating his pecan pie.  ❛ security cameras might be the way to go unless i want to pull a heist and catch them in the act. ❜

“No– Not actually–” She’d meant if he’d been holding any food, but he pretty much confirmed it. There’s success in keeping her nose from wrinkling but not so much in her knees coming up to cross. “They’re vengeful is all. Y’gotta watch what ya’ say and what ya’ do.” Lyra takes a bite of her pretzel. “Talk, yes. Reason, no way in Hell.”

vengeful? thick brows pulled together to crinkle his forehead. cats, may be vengeful, but birds?? she acts like they watch you and take notes. spies, with feathers. he thought she must be joking so he snorts.  ❛ i think that’s a little neurotic, even for me. ❜ yes--- he’s that guy who always googles if there is hidden meaning behind cheese and their mysterious names.

                                      I NEED YOU TO STAY .

“You don’t seem like the fast type.”

❛ i’m really not. ❜

Sweet Potato Pie

          “ well, you’re like SERIOUSLY           q u i c h e so, i mean, i guess it           like doesn’t even matter, “

❛ quiche? ❜ he didn’t even pronounce it right.  ❛ what’s that? ❜

❛ you’re right. ❜ as he knew all along. ❛ i’ll go relight the furnace and get things cooking again. ❜ hands pulled from his pockets, one balancing a box of matches between two fingers--- giving it a small shake.

           “ t h a n k s, i do like heaps                of MODELING, “

❛ that must be nice. i can’t even get my driver’s license picture right. i never know what to do with my hands. ❜

    ‘ oh, ‘ a flimsy hand waved at the other. ‘ it’s better than just a t-shirt. what’re you going to wear on the bottoms?? ‘

❛ pants. ❜ he was trying to be funny.  ❛ maybe some slacks. black jeans--- ❜

“Y’ain’t holding, are ya’?”

he was not disturbed by the voice, but a little curious considering.  ❛ why can’t i talk to the ducks that way?? ❜ he shook out a dusted sleeve of bird seed and turned his head to watch the flocks scurry around his shoes until taking back off toward the water.