#puckbunnics

Billy was fully conscious of the fact that he was doing something uncharacteristic of himself by driving the extra distance, and paying the extra money, for artisan donuts, when a Boston Cream from Dunkin should have been good enough for anyone. Trouble was these donuts weren't for just anyone; they were for Gianna Monroe, and that meant they needed to be the very best donuts that he could possibly get.

So, a box of six, it had to be said, truly beautiful looking donuts, was strapped to the back of his bike as he sped towards her place. As he arrived, he was acutely aware of the fact that in twelve years of admiring her from across rooms, and from the audience of packed out theatres as she lit up the stage, this was the first time he'd ever been to a place where she lived. Kicking the stand on his bike, he reached into his pocket and sent her a quick text to let her know he was outside, before getting to work on unstrapping the donut box. Once the box was freed, he held it in one hand, while he used the other to open the small compartment on the back of his bike, and extracted the tray of coffee cups from within. Leaning against his bike, he smiled at the sight of her approach and took a couple steps forward to meet her.

"You never did tell me what kind of donut you wanted, so I got a half a dozen just to be on the safe side." He said with a chuckle and a shrug. "I got your coffee here though. It should be right. I only checked with the barista about seven times." He grinned at the only very slight exaggeration; in truth, he had checked five times.

two cups of tea in her hand, she brought them out onto the back deck where gianna was. reaching where she was sitting, she handed her one of the mugs before sitting on the chair next to hers. "it's lavender chamomile tea." something her mom would give her when ever she needed it. she knew it was better to pull the bandaid off rather than just…not. "mind explaining what happened to cause the black eye?" she had a feeling of what it might be. but faye was never the one to jump to conclusions. not until the person she was talking to came forward. and if gianna didn't want to, she would respect that. but it still worried her.

reed misses the philippines so much. "lami man gihapon uy," (it still tastes good) he insists in cebuano, talking about the lechon (roast pig) he's brought. but, continuing in his language, he concedes that yes, lechon from home is the best. the filipino-americans he's met in michigan speak english and tagalog mainly, but even just getting to talk to a few cebuano speakers today makes his heart ache.