in my feelings

tove: thank you. how did i end up so lucky, hmm? i'm still wondering how i ended up stealing your heart if i'm perfectly honest.

tove: you make my heart melt when you call me sweetie. fine, i will wait. not happily, but i will.

delphine: honestly, i don't even know. maybe it's because you're sexy, you're smart, and your personality is incredibly attractive? uhm. or other things. like the way you jokingly tell me to shut up when i hit on you extra strong xD

baudelaire: i know that. i know you pretty well you know. even if sometimes you don't believe it, i do.

baudelaire: that's why i always know that when i'm not here you're going to be taken care of because of your siblings.

baudelaire: even then babe. you could be eating all the cheetos and i'd still find you incredibly sexy.

baudelaire: i do what i gotta do.

claudia: honestly that's rather romantic of you. not many people truly know me. so i feel a bit like a lovey dovey bitch all over again. so thnx babe.

claudia: pfft. i'm fine. i'm taking meds and i'm baking. not doing fbi work. not doing pi work. baking. nothing dangerous

claudia: again, you have my whole heart. and your bullying only manages to make you sexier.

baudelaire: i mean... am i WRONG to threaten you with that? sometimes it's the only way you'll listen to me.

baudelaire: everything you do is a turn on for me. honestly i don't even know how you do it. it's obviously some kind of superpower.

baudelaire: well ugh, you suck.

claudia: you aren't. that's pretty brilliant. other than you they're the only ones who can get me to chill

claudia: even when i'm eating hot cheetos and the red powder is all over my fingers and shirt, babe?

tove: sometimes i have an issue asking. i think it's how i was raised.

tove: maybe i should just drop everything and go see you.

delphine: i feel that. but you don't have to worry about it with me. i'll always give it

Holly brushed her palms against the fabric of the dress she was trying on in an attempt to straighten it out. “I just want a second opinion. Or a third, I don’t really know how I feel about the way this looks on me.”

Glancing at the dress, Claudia strokes under her chin and hums. Once she decides how she feels about it, she shakes her head. “It doesn’t suit you, I think. You should try this one,” she picks up a white dress that’s already in the changing room and passes it to Holly.

Justine shrugged her shoulders and let her mama talk, “I guess Drew will learn once a girl really breaks her heart. I can only do so much.” Justine grinned at the mention of her Auntie Ama though as her and her Auntie got along really well and Justine looked up to her. “I love the story of how they met, it’s so romantic.” Most people would think that the only child wasn’t the romantic sort but she did sometimes like to daydream about that kind of thing. After all, which girl didn’t? “Yum,” Justine stated after taking a sip of the lemonade, “it’s still so hot outside and it’s October. How.” Justine shook her head in amusement, at least this was a refreshing drink. 

“Right always working, makes sense.” The younger woman couldn’t help but roll her eyes a bit sarcastically, “some things never do change huh? I don’t know how you can handle it mama.” As a child Justine had always felt like she’d lacked Baudelaire’s affection, and even though she was older and knew adults sometimes had other priorities, she couldn’t help but feel that way still. “When are auntie and uncle coming?” Justine wanted to know taking another sip of her drink and turning to face her mama, “can I stay tonight too? I’d like to see them and hang out with you a bit longer. Wouldn’t wanna cramp your style though.”

“It is romantic, yeah. It reminds me of that show ‘Castle’ except your auntie’s a politician and not a cop. But you knooooow...how me and your mother met is pretty damn romantic, too.” Claudia says with a teasing wink. She always likes to one-up Ama and Tegan. It’s kind of a running gag between them. Ama moves in with Tegan, so Claudia moves in with Baudelaire. Claudia has a baby, so Ama wants one. And so on, and so on. “It’s easy. There’s a magical place called the grocery store and I go there quite a lot. Especially for lemonade ingredients.” Another wink from mom because mom is being a bit of a smart-ass. 

At her response to Baudelaire working so much, Claudia shrugs her shoulders. “She’s living her dream. I would never want to hold her back. Plus, she loves us both dearly, baby - she’s just busy.” It hurts her heart to have to say it though. Sometimes she does miss her wife, but her wife is a special agent, and being a special agent means time away from family. Claudia knew this when he married her. “They’re coming in about twenty minutes.” She takes a sip of her lemonade before placing it on the counter. “You can stay, but you have to help me set up the table. And while we’re doing that, catch up with me. Cause I miss you so much, my darling.”

Shaking her head in amusement, Justine just scoffed at her younger cousin. “Whatever you say Drew, But I’m glad you finally have the good sense to listen to me. Clearly I got more of the families logic.” Justine smiled at Drew who never ceased to amuse her. Smacking Drew on the shoulder playfully, Justine laughed. “Set you up with someone, hey? Who do you think I am? A dating service?” The self made hacker couldn’t help but chuckle again. “Sure, why not. I’ll try my best. I know some single ladies out there. Not everyone is tied up.”

Justine herself wasn’t dating anyone at the moment but she was never one to care if she was single or not. “Dawn, sounds like some crazy white girls name. Drew, you gotta look out for yourself.” She slapped her cousin’s shoulder, “don’t worry. I will help you out. Right now though, we need to get some food in you, you drunkard.”

Her nose scrunches. She should have never complimented Justine because she’ll never ever hear the end of it. They’ll be shopping for groceries a week from now and Justine will pull out a ‘remember when’ and Drew will roll her eyes hard enough that she looks like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Right now though, she does think Justine is all-knowing so she only kinda sorta regrets the comment. “If you were a dating service you’d probably be an alright one. Not the best, but I trust you. So either that means I trust in you because I know you’ll do it right, or I’m an idiot.” She let out a laugh and shakes her head. “But you don’t have to. Being alone sucks, but I’ll be fine.” 

At the mention of food, Drew perks up a bit. “Wanna go to the diner across the street? I know we said lesbian bar earlier, but ugh, you bringing up food has me starved.” And with that her stomach rumbles.

HERE IT IS IF YOU WANT A PEEK

As Zoey continued to say goodbye to the parents who were picking up their children, she hadn’t expected for the woman to keep talking to her. She just expected her to go on her way and then Zoey would have gone through her day as normal. How ever, she apparently continued to talk to the kindergarten teacher who was now blushing furiously. “The fashion industry? Wow,” Zoey found herself impressed. “What do you do there?” She asked and then shrugged her shoulders like she was trying to ignore the question. “Um, and I don’t know. I guess I think I’m pretty. Never considered myself beautiful though.” She answered and looked down so hopefully her student’s aunt wouldn’t see. “I’m Zoey by the way, your nephews teacher. But I guess you know that already.”

The blushing was cute. So cute. But Serenity had already flattered the other woman enough. She keeps the comment to herself and answers the woman’s questions. “Modeling. I’m not very good at it, but my mother wanted me to try since I’m not very bright,” she admits, rubbing the back of her neck. “I’ve tried college but it didn’t work out for me. I would’ve loved to do something like this.” Serenity gestures towards the area. It was true. Had she been smart enough, she totally would have. But she accepts that she has more emotional intelligence and street smarts than emotional intelligence, so it’s fine. “You should. You are beautiful” One more, she feels she had to say as much. The whole time Serenity has yet to take her eyes off the woman. She can’t seem to do so. “It’s nice to meet you, Zoey. I’m Serenity - I hope Ror here hasn’t given you any trouble.”

tove: no, that's not weird. i'm glad you do. thank you for telling me.

tove: oh, how come? would that be earlier if i pout?

delphine: no problem. if you need reassurance about anything, i'll happily give it to you.

delphine: i wish. this is as painful for me as it is for you

baudelaire: nope, i'll get one of your siblings. maybe that'll make you stop. i'll take all the sweets away.

baudelaire: i wouldn't be opposed to it ;) it could be very, very hot and a turn on babe.

baudelaire: baby, it's called self control.

claudia: wow can't believe you'd call my siblings. THE NERVE, BABE. THE NERVE

claudia: but okay, i mean if you think it's a turn on that i'm a sappy bitch, then baby, stamp it on my forehead. because i love you so much and you're way too good for me.

Tove knows that there is more to Delphine than meets the eye, that there’s more to her than she even knows. Anyone with any ounce of intuition would be able to tell that Delphine is hiding things, but Tove also knows that it’s nothing to do with their relationship and so for now, she’s okay with it. Things between them are fairly good, except for the whole communication thing but Tove can work on that. That night they are having supper together and Tove is thinking about what she has to do tomorrow. She’s about to say something when she hears Delphine speak first, and what she says makes Tove’s breath catch in her throat as it’s not something she was expecting to say. “You… you what?” She stumbled over her words, not sure. Tove of course, already has told Delphine that she loves her but she hadn’t heard it back from the other woman. “Are you sure?” Tove asked not wanting to be heartbroken if she’s reading the situation wrong.

Her grin was contagious and Joaquin found himself smiling right back at her. “Both very good ideas,” he admitted, impressed by Rory’s wishlist. “What is he working on?” At her question, he tilted his head to the side and thought about it. “I like when my kids bring art home to me,” he said honestly. “But I am hoping to get a new grill on sale.” He gave Cloud a sheepish grin. “We’ll have to take your wishlist under advisement.”

“He’s disassembled his robot dog and won’t tell me exactly what he’s making. So your guess is as good as mine. But he asked about you today. I think he’s rather fond of you.” Cloud pushes the glasses she wears when she’s in her bakery up her nose. Seeing Joaquin smile is nice. Seeing his children smile, even better. “Hopefully you’ll get it. If not, maybe Santa will bring it to you?” A pause, and then her eyes light up, an idea popping into her head. “And I don’t know what you guys are doing Christmas, but you’re welcome to come to my place.”