Two Thousand Eleven

Watching Kennedy start to giggle outright loosened Angela up more, starting to smile more from her laughter the longer it went on and even accepting the pipping bag again. "Can we please?!" She asked with her voice and volume pitching up, eyes wide with excitement. "I can think of a few people that deserve dick cookies.."

Kennedy’s brow perked, a few names had already sprung into her mind on who deserved the cookies… But something about hearing Angela say that had her full attention switched back to the other. “Goooo on.” She prompted, the icing bag completely relinquished as Kennedy started working on a new batch of cookies that were actually dick shaped from her leftover dough.

Angela’s face brightened, now close to Kennedy’s side and watching her as she formed the cookies. She even was trying to shape some too. “Okay well…” she let out a huff of laughter before facing towards her more. “I think some would like it for the gag, right? But some people would probably genuinely get mad over it..”

Watching Kennedy start to giggle outright loosened Angela up more, starting to smile more from her laughter the longer it went on and even accepting the pipping bag again. "Can we please?!" She asked with her voice and volume pitching up, eyes wide with excitement. "I can think of a few people that deserve dick cookies.."

“That’s so much better!” Kennedy instantly exclaims, her eyes bright and excited as she takes in her students work. However, her excitement lasts only a moment, feeling the shakiness beneath her own hands. She pulls back ever so slightly, giving Angela a little more space, but absentmindedly still holding onto her hands. Her hands are so soft. The thought flashes in her mind faster than she can realize, and then it’s gone. “You okay?” she asks, her own voice coming out stranger than normal.

Somehow the absence of Kennedy’s body against Angela’s was more apparent as she moved away from her, but thankfully her hands on hers still were able to ground her to reality again. She needed to get ahold of herself, a bashful smile rising on her lips as she glanced back to Kennedy. “Yeah! Just… worried about messing these up..” she chuckled nervously, giving a small squeeze to her hands.

“That’s okay!” She says, her voice returning back to normal slowly, a smile on her lips from the squeeze. It was comforting, warm, inviting. “We can always scrape the icing off and start fresh.” And then she did just that, letting Ange go… and realizing she almost instantly missed the closeness. She shook that thought off, grabbing the first attempt cookie and a flat spatula, and then with ease clearing off the icing. “Ta da!”

As Ken let her hands go and went to the cookies, she had also missed the comfort of her hold. Taking a deep breath to center herself, she returned back to her side to watch her scrape her work off. She tried not to pout, still appreciating how patient the other girl was being with her. “I feel like I’m gonna be more detrimental than helpful..” she tried to chuckle.

A wave of nerves and second guessing suddenly washes over Kennedy. Was she forcing Angela to hang out with her? Making her do another art project she didn’t actually want to do? For just half a second she’s chewing on her bottom lip, trying to think of the right thing to say, the easy way to let her off the hook. And then, it just sorta comes out like: “Oh… I’m sorry if you had something else you needed to do- I didn’t mean to steal you away..” She sounds obviously disappointed but she forces a lighthearted smile to try and hide it. “I can just ice one specially for you and let you get back to whatever it was…”

It was hard not to hide the confused and distressed look on Angela's face as Kennedy suddenly withdrew from her. She wondered if she had said something wrong, or maybe did something to make the other feel uncomfortable suddenly. "You don't have to do that..." she tried to not panic, and to especially not show it in her voice. She could fix this! "..I just don't want to ruin your cookies!"

“Oh!” It takes her a second, wrangling with her own anxieties, to decide if she believes the other. And then, with great difficulty, she decides to take her at her word and not create an insane story in her head to dissect later. A grin spreads across her features, feeling both a little proud and relieved. {Dean Lee was going to be so proud!} “Well that’s silly, they’re just cookies and we’re having fun! There’s no way you could ruin them.” Inadvertently she’s taken a step closer, her mind refocusing from the misstep.

Angela felt like her nerves were on edge as she waited for Kennedy's response, but watching her smile seemed to relieve the tension in her stomach. She smiled back at her, glancing over at the cookies before looking at her again. "Even.... even if I drew a penis on them?" she asked as she kicked her foot of the ground bashfully.

“That’s so much better!” Kennedy instantly exclaims, her eyes bright and excited as she takes in her students work. However, her excitement lasts only a moment, feeling the shakiness beneath her own hands. She pulls back ever so slightly, giving Angela a little more space, but absentmindedly still holding onto her hands. Her hands are so soft. The thought flashes in her mind faster than she can realize, and then it’s gone. “You okay?” she asks, her own voice coming out stranger than normal.

Somehow the absence of Kennedy’s body against Angela’s was more apparent as she moved away from her, but thankfully her hands on hers still were able to ground her to reality again. She needed to get ahold of herself, a bashful smile rising on her lips as she glanced back to Kennedy. “Yeah! Just… worried about messing these up..” she chuckled nervously, giving a small squeeze to her hands.

“That’s okay!” She says, her voice returning back to normal slowly, a smile on her lips from the squeeze. It was comforting, warm, inviting. “We can always scrape the icing off and start fresh.” And then she did just that, letting Ange go… and realizing she almost instantly missed the closeness. She shook that thought off, grabbing the first attempt cookie and a flat spatula, and then with ease clearing off the icing. “Ta da!”

As Ken let her hands go and went to the cookies, she had also missed the comfort of her hold. Taking a deep breath to center herself, she returned back to her side to watch her scrape her work off. She tried not to pout, still appreciating how patient the other girl was being with her. “I feel like I’m gonna be more detrimental than helpful..” she tried to chuckle.

A wave of nerves and second guessing suddenly washes over Kennedy. Was she forcing Angela to hang out with her? Making her do another art project she didn’t actually want to do? For just half a second she’s chewing on her bottom lip, trying to think of the right thing to say, the easy way to let her off the hook. And then, it just sorta comes out like: “Oh… I’m sorry if you had something else you needed to do- I didn’t mean to steal you away..” She sounds obviously disappointed but she forces a lighthearted smile to try and hide it. “I can just ice one specially for you and let you get back to whatever it was…”

It was hard not to hide the confused and distressed look on Angela's face as Kennedy suddenly withdrew from her. She wondered if she had said something wrong, or maybe did something to make the other feel uncomfortable suddenly. "You don't have to do that..." she tried to not panic, and to especially not show it in her voice. She could fix this! "..I just don't want to ruin your cookies!"

“That’s so much better!” Kennedy instantly exclaims, her eyes bright and excited as she takes in her students work. However, her excitement lasts only a moment, feeling the shakiness beneath her own hands. She pulls back ever so slightly, giving Angela a little more space, but absentmindedly still holding onto her hands. Her hands are so soft. The thought flashes in her mind faster than she can realize, and then it’s gone. “You okay?” she asks, her own voice coming out stranger than normal.

Somehow the absence of Kennedy’s body against Angela’s was more apparent as she moved away from her, but thankfully her hands on hers still were able to ground her to reality again. She needed to get ahold of herself, a bashful smile rising on her lips as she glanced back to Kennedy. “Yeah! Just… worried about messing these up..” she chuckled nervously, giving a small squeeze to her hands.

“That’s okay!” She says, her voice returning back to normal slowly, a smile on her lips from the squeeze. It was comforting, warm, inviting. “We can always scrape the icing off and start fresh.” And then she did just that, letting Ange go… and realizing she almost instantly missed the closeness. She shook that thought off, grabbing the first attempt cookie and a flat spatula, and then with ease clearing off the icing. “Ta da!”

As Ken let her hands go and went to the cookies, she had also missed the comfort of her hold. Taking a deep breath to center herself, she returned back to her side to watch her scrape her work off. She tried not to pout, still appreciating how patient the other girl was being with her. “I feel like I’m gonna be more detrimental than helpful..” she tried to chuckle.

“That’s so much better!” Kennedy instantly exclaims, her eyes bright and excited as she takes in her students work. However, her excitement lasts only a moment, feeling the shakiness beneath her own hands. She pulls back ever so slightly, giving Angela a little more space, but absentmindedly still holding onto her hands. Her hands are so soft. The thought flashes in her mind faster than she can realize, and then it’s gone. “You okay?” she asks, her own voice coming out stranger than normal.

Somehow the absence of Kennedy’s body against Angela’s was more apparent as she moved away from her, but thankfully her hands on hers still were able to ground her to reality again. She needed to get ahold of herself, a bashful smile rising on her lips as she glanced back to Kennedy. “Yeah! Just… worried about messing these up..” she chuckled nervously, giving a small squeeze to her hands.

Angela was heading down the stairs of the Theta house, wrapping up her podcast session for the day and about to head out to put some food in her stomach. Just as she hit the stairs, she got whiff of something sweet in the air. If she was a cartoon, she would've floated over into the kitchen to find Kennedy in the process of baking. "That smells so good.." it wasn't even finished yet and she was drooling.

When Angela enters the kitchen, Kennedy is doomscrolling on tiktok, completely engrossed and unaware of her surroundings. She jumps a little when she hears her friends voice, looking up all wide eyed. “They’re for you actually!” she pauses for just a second, before quickly adding “well, not just for you. For Theta! And I made some for the other houses too! “ Another pause, quickly followed up with: “Not that I wouldn’t just bake you cookies. I’ll bake you anything you want! I could bake you a cake! Or some tarts?” And then she forces herself to stop talking because she feels like she sounds like a lunatic rambling away like this.

As Kennedy rambled on, Angela's eyes still stop looking around the kitchen, seeing all the work that Ken put into her baking just to give it to the other houses as a gift. How sweet! "Aww.." she hummed, giving a playful little twirls of her hair as her eyes landed back on Ken. "You'd bake a whole other thing for lil ol me?" she asked her with a chuckle. "That's so nice!!"

“Of course! I’d do anything for you!” Some of the cookies are already baked off, and ready for decorating. Kennedy looks over to them, then to Angela, a grin lighting up her face. “If you help me decorate some of them, you can eat as many of them as you want?” Truthfully, it’s just an excuse to hangout with her- but it seems like a fair enough trade off!

The statement genuinely warmed Angela's heart, even if Kennedy was only just saying it in passing. Her whole face turns into a warmer smile, nodding now more excitedly than before. "Sure!! I'd love to help you out!!" she grinned, turning towards the table now as hesitation only then hit her as she looked at the supplies. "Just... don't be upset if they don't look the prettiest.."

“Hey! I’ve seen you paint, you’re not giving yourself near enough credit. Besides, I can always help you with technique.” She grins, coming beside Angela, and grabbing a cookie. She starts to decorate it in the Theta colors, doing little swirls on them, giving it a starry nights sort of vibe.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Angela asked gently, voice getting quieter as Kennedy came over and started to decorate in front of her. She held her breath, as if breathing too heavily or loudly would disturb the other girl’s progress somehow. “Thats so pretty… okay please show me how you do that please!”

Kennedy grinned ear to ear, happy to be the teacher in this scenario. First, she hands Angela the pipping bag, grabbing a cookie once she takes it. “Okay so… you gotta hold it kinda like..” she tries to show her at first, but quickly realizes it’s easier to prompt her than just show her. Her hand moves ontop of Angela’s guiding it so that she was holding the bag in a way that the icing wouldn’t just come out in a rush, but would instead give her more control. “Like this!”

Angela smiled, excitement clear in her eyes as Kennedy trusts her with the pipping bag. She was watching only the other's hands at first, ready to try and emulate what she showed, however she was caught off guard as Kennedy's hand was over hers. "Ooh.." she said quietly, her stomach doing flips and trying not to overthink what was happening. She was watching her hand now, but the information was hitting a wall with Kennedy's hand in view holding hers. "Okay... that makes sense..."

As she guides her hands, Kennedy kind of just stops thinking all together until she’s fully invading Angela’s space. Her head comes to rest over Angela’s shoulder so she can better see what’s happening while still trying to guide her. “Okay… now you try!” she says, unaware of how close she had gotten to her, her tunnel vision fully locked into the task at hand.

Unfortunately, Angela stops thinking all together too. All her focus was on how warm Kennedy felt against her. Or, with how close she was to her, how her shampoo smelled so nice. Or how her hands were so soft holdings hers. However, if she fully computed just how close Ken was to her face, she probably would've instantly shut down from shock. That's why when she was finally called upon to give it a try, she froze up instead, brain too fuzzy admiring her for too long. "Uuh..." she just had to fake it till she made it, literally. So, with shakey hands, she tried to mimic what she was just taught, but it was clear in her strokes just how little she was paying attention. "Umm... I think I blanked there... sorry."

Kennedy can’t help but giggle as Angela attempts to do what she was shown, but falls short by more than a little. “Ange..” she makes a tsk’ing sound, playing the role of the scolding teacher. “Here, let me show you again- okay?” She’s still completely invading Angela’s space, hands guiding her once more, moving slow and precisely. She steps just a half step closer to her, leaving Angela almost pinned against the table by her own body pressed against her back. “Ok… wanna try again?”

Angela could feel her face warming up entirely as she was teased by the other girl, blaming her brain for not being able to focus on the task at hand and instead just thinking horny thoughts. And it only got worse as Kennedy tried to show her again, it taking every ounce of her brain power to keep her head in the game and dissect the muscle memory the other was trying to show her. Her eyes were a little wider as she was pressed into the table, staring down hard at the desserts in front of her. “Um…” this time as she tried, it resembled what was shown a little better than before. But now her hands were a little bit shaky, a little less confidant in her strokes in fear that she was looking too flustered right then.

Angela was heading down the stairs of the Theta house, wrapping up her podcast session for the day and about to head out to put some food in her stomach. Just as she hit the stairs, she got whiff of something sweet in the air. If she was a cartoon, she would've floated over into the kitchen to find Kennedy in the process of baking. "That smells so good.." it wasn't even finished yet and she was drooling.

When Angela enters the kitchen, Kennedy is doomscrolling on tiktok, completely engrossed and unaware of her surroundings. She jumps a little when she hears her friends voice, looking up all wide eyed. “They’re for you actually!” she pauses for just a second, before quickly adding “well, not just for you. For Theta! And I made some for the other houses too! “ Another pause, quickly followed up with: “Not that I wouldn’t just bake you cookies. I’ll bake you anything you want! I could bake you a cake! Or some tarts?” And then she forces herself to stop talking because she feels like she sounds like a lunatic rambling away like this.

As Kennedy rambled on, Angela's eyes still stop looking around the kitchen, seeing all the work that Ken put into her baking just to give it to the other houses as a gift. How sweet! "Aww.." she hummed, giving a playful little twirls of her hair as her eyes landed back on Ken. "You'd bake a whole other thing for lil ol me?" she asked her with a chuckle. "That's so nice!!"

“Of course! I’d do anything for you!” Some of the cookies are already baked off, and ready for decorating. Kennedy looks over to them, then to Angela, a grin lighting up her face. “If you help me decorate some of them, you can eat as many of them as you want?” Truthfully, it’s just an excuse to hangout with her- but it seems like a fair enough trade off!

The statement genuinely warmed Angela's heart, even if Kennedy was only just saying it in passing. Her whole face turns into a warmer smile, nodding now more excitedly than before. "Sure!! I'd love to help you out!!" she grinned, turning towards the table now as hesitation only then hit her as she looked at the supplies. "Just... don't be upset if they don't look the prettiest.."

“Hey! I’ve seen you paint, you’re not giving yourself near enough credit. Besides, I can always help you with technique.” She grins, coming beside Angela, and grabbing a cookie. She starts to decorate it in the Theta colors, doing little swirls on them, giving it a starry nights sort of vibe.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Angela asked gently, voice getting quieter as Kennedy came over and started to decorate in front of her. She held her breath, as if breathing too heavily or loudly would disturb the other girl’s progress somehow. “Thats so pretty… okay please show me how you do that please!”

Kennedy grinned ear to ear, happy to be the teacher in this scenario. First, she hands Angela the pipping bag, grabbing a cookie once she takes it. “Okay so… you gotta hold it kinda like..” she tries to show her at first, but quickly realizes it’s easier to prompt her than just show her. Her hand moves ontop of Angela’s guiding it so that she was holding the bag in a way that the icing wouldn’t just come out in a rush, but would instead give her more control. “Like this!”

Angela smiled, excitement clear in her eyes as Kennedy trusts her with the pipping bag. She was watching only the other's hands at first, ready to try and emulate what she showed, however she was caught off guard as Kennedy's hand was over hers. "Ooh.." she said quietly, her stomach doing flips and trying not to overthink what was happening. She was watching her hand now, but the information was hitting a wall with Kennedy's hand in view holding hers. "Okay... that makes sense..."

As she guides her hands, Kennedy kind of just stops thinking all together until she’s fully invading Angela’s space. Her head comes to rest over Angela’s shoulder so she can better see what’s happening while still trying to guide her. “Okay… now you try!” she says, unaware of how close she had gotten to her, her tunnel vision fully locked into the task at hand.

Unfortunately, Angela stops thinking all together too. All her focus was on how warm Kennedy felt against her. Or, with how close she was to her, how her shampoo smelled so nice. Or how her hands were so soft holdings hers. However, if she fully computed just how close Ken was to her face, she probably would've instantly shut down from shock. That's why when she was finally called upon to give it a try, she froze up instead, brain too fuzzy admiring her for too long. "Uuh..." she just had to fake it till she made it, literally. So, with shakey hands, she tried to mimic what she was just taught, but it was clear in her strokes just how little she was paying attention. "Umm... I think I blanked there... sorry."

Angela was heading down the stairs of the Theta house, wrapping up her podcast session for the day and about to head out to put some food in her stomach. Just as she hit the stairs, she got whiff of something sweet in the air. If she was a cartoon, she would've floated over into the kitchen to find Kennedy in the process of baking. "That smells so good.." it wasn't even finished yet and she was drooling.

When Angela enters the kitchen, Kennedy is doomscrolling on tiktok, completely engrossed and unaware of her surroundings. She jumps a little when she hears her friends voice, looking up all wide eyed. “They’re for you actually!” she pauses for just a second, before quickly adding “well, not just for you. For Theta! And I made some for the other houses too! “ Another pause, quickly followed up with: “Not that I wouldn’t just bake you cookies. I’ll bake you anything you want! I could bake you a cake! Or some tarts?” And then she forces herself to stop talking because she feels like she sounds like a lunatic rambling away like this.

As Kennedy rambled on, Angela's eyes still stop looking around the kitchen, seeing all the work that Ken put into her baking just to give it to the other houses as a gift. How sweet! "Aww.." she hummed, giving a playful little twirls of her hair as her eyes landed back on Ken. "You'd bake a whole other thing for lil ol me?" she asked her with a chuckle. "That's so nice!!"

“Of course! I’d do anything for you!” Some of the cookies are already baked off, and ready for decorating. Kennedy looks over to them, then to Angela, a grin lighting up her face. “If you help me decorate some of them, you can eat as many of them as you want?” Truthfully, it’s just an excuse to hangout with her- but it seems like a fair enough trade off!

The statement genuinely warmed Angela's heart, even if Kennedy was only just saying it in passing. Her whole face turns into a warmer smile, nodding now more excitedly than before. "Sure!! I'd love to help you out!!" she grinned, turning towards the table now as hesitation only then hit her as she looked at the supplies. "Just... don't be upset if they don't look the prettiest.."

“Hey! I’ve seen you paint, you’re not giving yourself near enough credit. Besides, I can always help you with technique.” She grins, coming beside Angela, and grabbing a cookie. She starts to decorate it in the Theta colors, doing little swirls on them, giving it a starry nights sort of vibe.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Angela asked gently, voice getting quieter as Kennedy came over and started to decorate in front of her. She held her breath, as if breathing too heavily or loudly would disturb the other girl’s progress somehow. “Thats so pretty… okay please show me how you do that please!”

Kennedy grinned ear to ear, happy to be the teacher in this scenario. First, she hands Angela the pipping bag, grabbing a cookie once she takes it. “Okay so… you gotta hold it kinda like..” she tries to show her at first, but quickly realizes it’s easier to prompt her than just show her. Her hand moves ontop of Angela’s guiding it so that she was holding the bag in a way that the icing wouldn’t just come out in a rush, but would instead give her more control. “Like this!”

Angela smiled, excitement clear in her eyes as Kennedy trusts her with the pipping bag. She was watching only the other's hands at first, ready to try and emulate what she showed, however she was caught off guard as Kennedy's hand was over hers. "Ooh.." she said quietly, her stomach doing flips and trying not to overthink what was happening. She was watching her hand now, but the information was hitting a wall with Kennedy's hand in view holding hers. "Okay... that makes sense..."

Angela was heading down the stairs of the Theta house, wrapping up her podcast session for the day and about to head out to put some food in her stomach. Just as she hit the stairs, she got whiff of something sweet in the air. If she was a cartoon, she would've floated over into the kitchen to find Kennedy in the process of baking. "That smells so good.." it wasn't even finished yet and she was drooling.

When Angela enters the kitchen, Kennedy is doomscrolling on tiktok, completely engrossed and unaware of her surroundings. She jumps a little when she hears her friends voice, looking up all wide eyed. “They’re for you actually!” she pauses for just a second, before quickly adding “well, not just for you. For Theta! And I made some for the other houses too! “ Another pause, quickly followed up with: “Not that I wouldn’t just bake you cookies. I’ll bake you anything you want! I could bake you a cake! Or some tarts?” And then she forces herself to stop talking because she feels like she sounds like a lunatic rambling away like this.

As Kennedy rambled on, Angela's eyes still stop looking around the kitchen, seeing all the work that Ken put into her baking just to give it to the other houses as a gift. How sweet! "Aww.." she hummed, giving a playful little twirls of her hair as her eyes landed back on Ken. "You'd bake a whole other thing for lil ol me?" she asked her with a chuckle. "That's so nice!!"

“Of course! I’d do anything for you!” Some of the cookies are already baked off, and ready for decorating. Kennedy looks over to them, then to Angela, a grin lighting up her face. “If you help me decorate some of them, you can eat as many of them as you want?” Truthfully, it’s just an excuse to hangout with her- but it seems like a fair enough trade off!

The statement genuinely warmed Angela's heart, even if Kennedy was only just saying it in passing. Her whole face turns into a warmer smile, nodding now more excitedly than before. "Sure!! I'd love to help you out!!" she grinned, turning towards the table now as hesitation only then hit her as she looked at the supplies. "Just... don't be upset if they don't look the prettiest.."

“Hey! I’ve seen you paint, you’re not giving yourself near enough credit. Besides, I can always help you with technique.” She grins, coming beside Angela, and grabbing a cookie. She starts to decorate it in the Theta colors, doing little swirls on them, giving it a starry nights sort of vibe.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Angela asked gently, voice getting quieter as Kennedy came over and started to decorate in front of her. She held her breath, as if breathing too heavily or loudly would disturb the other girl’s progress somehow. “Thats so pretty… okay please show me how you do that please!”

Angela was heading down the stairs of the Theta house, wrapping up her podcast session for the day and about to head out to put some food in her stomach. Just as she hit the stairs, she got whiff of something sweet in the air. If she was a cartoon, she would've floated over into the kitchen to find Kennedy in the process of baking. "That smells so good.." it wasn't even finished yet and she was drooling.

When Angela enters the kitchen, Kennedy is doomscrolling on tiktok, completely engrossed and unaware of her surroundings. She jumps a little when she hears her friends voice, looking up all wide eyed. “They’re for you actually!” she pauses for just a second, before quickly adding “well, not just for you. For Theta! And I made some for the other houses too! “ Another pause, quickly followed up with: “Not that I wouldn’t just bake you cookies. I’ll bake you anything you want! I could bake you a cake! Or some tarts?” And then she forces herself to stop talking because she feels like she sounds like a lunatic rambling away like this.

As Kennedy rambled on, Angela's eyes still stop looking around the kitchen, seeing all the work that Ken put into her baking just to give it to the other houses as a gift. How sweet! "Aww.." she hummed, giving a playful little twirls of her hair as her eyes landed back on Ken. "You'd bake a whole other thing for lil ol me?" she asked her with a chuckle. "That's so nice!!"

“Of course! I’d do anything for you!” Some of the cookies are already baked off, and ready for decorating. Kennedy looks over to them, then to Angela, a grin lighting up her face. “If you help me decorate some of them, you can eat as many of them as you want?” Truthfully, it’s just an excuse to hangout with her- but it seems like a fair enough trade off!

The statement genuinely warmed Angela's heart, even if Kennedy was only just saying it in passing. Her whole face turns into a warmer smile, nodding now more excitedly than before. "Sure!! I'd love to help you out!!" she grinned, turning towards the table now as hesitation only then hit her as she looked at the supplies. "Just... don't be upset if they don't look the prettiest.."

"No offence taken, clearly I agree with you." He laughs and smiles warmly at her. Things were so easy with Ange, probably because that tension wasn't there. They were playing for the same team after all. "I'm like, woman lover number one, trust me."

Angela’s eyes playfully narrowed again over at him, but still smiling despite herself. “I don’t know about that, you’re looking at the number one woman lover here…” she teased him, reaching over to Spork to strap him back up in his harness.

"Oh, so sorry, didn't see your trophy. What title does that leave me?" He taunts and giggles at her putting the dog on her like a little baby. "This is so ridiculous, but I think if you didn't carry him like that he'd blow away on the wind."

"Nothing... maybe a participation prize..." she teased Ted, but her attention was fully on her pug in the baby harness, starting to bounce him a little like he was an actual toddler. "Stop! Because that's something I genuinely worry about all the time with him! I think he'll fly away at any moment if I don't have him in this thing!"

Ted turns his head from them to laugh, cause he's worried the direct sound would destroy to paper thin waif of a dog. "Either on the wind or with a bird of prey, hed definitely be going sky high."

Angela's mouth dropped, expression completely hurt and offended at the same time, like he just spoke blasphemy to her. "I can't believe you'd say that! Stop!!!" She yelled in a whine, as if it were about to happen in the middle of Theta's kitchen. "That's it, no more espresso martinis for you. You're.." she clapped twice before swishing her hands in a quick sweeping motion. "Cut off!"

"No offence taken, clearly I agree with you." He laughs and smiles warmly at her. Things were so easy with Ange, probably because that tension wasn't there. They were playing for the same team after all. "I'm like, woman lover number one, trust me."

Angela’s eyes playfully narrowed again over at him, but still smiling despite herself. “I don’t know about that, you’re looking at the number one woman lover here…” she teased him, reaching over to Spork to strap him back up in his harness.

"Oh, so sorry, didn't see your trophy. What title does that leave me?" He taunts and giggles at her putting the dog on her like a little baby. "This is so ridiculous, but I think if you didn't carry him like that he'd blow away on the wind."

"Nothing... maybe a participation prize..." she teased Ted, but her attention was fully on her pug in the baby harness, starting to bounce him a little like he was an actual toddler. "Stop! Because that's something I genuinely worry about all the time with him! I think he'll fly away at any moment if I don't have him in this thing!"

"No offence taken, clearly I agree with you." He laughs and smiles warmly at her. Things were so easy with Ange, probably because that tension wasn't there. They were playing for the same team after all. "I'm like, woman lover number one, trust me."

Angela’s eyes playfully narrowed again over at him, but still smiling despite herself. “I don’t know about that, you’re looking at the number one woman lover here…” she teased him, reaching over to Spork to strap him back up in his harness.

Angela was still pretty red in the cheek still over the edit being shown, let alone the conversation that was stirred now. Despite herself, she still answered Ted's question with a yes, before laughing at how quick he was to pull out the scenario before she could even finish answering. "Um..." she squinted at him slightly. "...What do you mean by presumptuous?"

"Like...." He has a feeling what he was about to say was pretty taboo, or at least presumptuous itself, but the curiosity and the caffeinated liquor was winning the conversation over. "Is it like when a guy brings condoms to a date? Like it looks like you're expecting something?" He asks with his eyes narrowed curiously, but also like some shield from her judgment if he couldn't clearly see her expression.

Angela's eyes squinted at him more, almost not being able to see him now, but it was all still playful even as she answered. "No..." she started with a shake to her head. "Because I, and most women, don't go in with the thought of expecting something.." her eyes wondered past him, looking behind him now as she tried to formulate her thoughts. "It's like.... I'm showing I'm Wuh-Luh-Wuh too? Like, it's more a sign that I also swing that way? Like it's a smoke signal to other women that like women.." she started to squint at herself then, hearing her words and almost cringing. "Swing that way?" she muttered more quietly to herself, cringing.

Ted's eyes norrow even more when hers do. "I don't entirely belive you," he remarks, sitting back up after realising he had been hunched over to her eye level. "but being fair I don't know enough about it debate." He shugs and chuckles a bit at her self questioning. "Is swing that way an out of style saying?"

Angela hadn’t realized just how close Ted was until he was already moving away from her, expression staying but her heart racing for only a moment. She scoffs a little, smiling as she leans over to pet Spork, hoping that would center her buzzed thoughts in place. “It just sounded weird coming from me, I don’t know..” she shrugged.

"You're always a little weird sounding though." He says meaning it sweetly. Smiling at the thought of Angela's speech quirks and silly little sayings that he noted and enjoyed. "Interesting though... so like... do you only swing that way?"

"Oh... thanks. I got more where that came from.." Angela's face scrunched at that, but she was still smiling towards him, oddly touched by that. At the question of her sexuality, however, her face lightened up more. It was never something she minded talking about off camera, despite how complex it may seem. "Well... no I guess... I just lean more that way, if that makes any sense.." she shrugged before looking back at him with a slight smirk. "No offense, but girls are just... prettier.."

Angela was still pretty red in the cheek still over the edit being shown, let alone the conversation that was stirred now. Despite herself, she still answered Ted's question with a yes, before laughing at how quick he was to pull out the scenario before she could even finish answering. "Um..." she squinted at him slightly. "...What do you mean by presumptuous?"

"Like...." He has a feeling what he was about to say was pretty taboo, or at least presumptuous itself, but the curiosity and the caffeinated liquor was winning the conversation over. "Is it like when a guy brings condoms to a date? Like it looks like you're expecting something?" He asks with his eyes narrowed curiously, but also like some shield from her judgment if he couldn't clearly see her expression.

Angela's eyes squinted at him more, almost not being able to see him now, but it was all still playful even as she answered. "No..." she started with a shake to her head. "Because I, and most women, don't go in with the thought of expecting something.." her eyes wondered past him, looking behind him now as she tried to formulate her thoughts. "It's like.... I'm showing I'm Wuh-Luh-Wuh too? Like, it's more a sign that I also swing that way? Like it's a smoke signal to other women that like women.." she started to squint at herself then, hearing her words and almost cringing. "Swing that way?" she muttered more quietly to herself, cringing.

Ted's eyes norrow even more when hers do. "I don't entirely belive you," he remarks, sitting back up after realising he had been hunched over to her eye level. "but being fair I don't know enough about it debate." He shugs and chuckles a bit at her self questioning. "Is swing that way an out of style saying?"

Angela hadn’t realized just how close Ted was until he was already moving away from her, expression staying but her heart racing for only a moment. She scoffs a little, smiling as she leans over to pet Spork, hoping that would center her buzzed thoughts in place. “It just sounded weird coming from me, I don’t know..” she shrugged.