well - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 285 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
"So," Yuna said a little stiffly, obviously struggling to land on a neutral topic of conversation as they sat around the table. "How have you been enjoying the cottage, R–Ilya? What've you and Shane been getting up to?"
It was a testament to both of their desires to make a good impression that neither of them so much as smirked at the other...though Shane cleared his throat rather loudly. "Uh..." Ilya nodded, swallowing his mouthful of pasta. "Yes, is very nice. Shane gave me tour. He showed me indoor rink, told me about well, all of these things. Very...impressive."
Shane kicked Ilya's leg under the table, suppressing a smile.
"Did he take you out on the lake yet?" David asked conversationally, loading a second helping of pasta onto his plate. "The weather's been great, perfect to get the kayaks out."
Ilya looked over to Shane, unsure about the word 'kayak.' "Um, no, not yet. Maybe we will do this soon."
Furrowing his eyebrows, David looked to Yuna, then back at Shane and Ilya. "Wait, how long have you been here?" he questioned, sounding a bit confused now.
Shane, who had yet to take a bite, sighed. "Like a week, Dad. Why?"
"Because usually you're out on the lake the second you get out here! What else have you two been doing for a whole week?" he asked bemusedly, eyes wide and ridiculously innocent.
Immediately, both Yuna and Ilya spoke at once.
"I think is time for another drink, yes?" Ilya said, reaching for the vodka.
"I'm going to get the dessert!" Yuna announced quickly, at the same time.
Shane just groaned, again touching his head to the table while his face flushed maroon.
