He grins at her. "Probably not. I'm not promising anything, though."
He leans against the table, picking at a little bit of everything. Her preferences are quite clear but he can't say he minds them, either. But then, he's not difficult to please with food, so long as it's edible.
She laughs, picking up a strawberry and moving to feed it to him. "Well," she says. "If I have to. I'd best get on it. I don't want you getting too thin."
Oh good because chances are this is the kind of food that is stocked within their home right now anyway. Sure there are a few other things but lots of fruit and lots of bread and lots of milk and honey.
He takes the fruit from her without complaint and then pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her for a brief hug and an even briefer kiss on the cheek. Normally he's not much for physical affection, but he's grown used to Aurora's displays, enough that it's almost grounding in its familiarity.
He would find it odd a year ago, how quickly that's happened, but it's not as if these aren't extraordinary circumstances.
"I think I can take care of myself," he assures her, and reaches behind him when he lets go, refilling a glass with wine and offering it to her.
She does not mind the affection, not in the slighted and she wraps her arms around his neck, leaving a kiss of her own again the corner of his mouth.
"Oh can you," she says giving him a skeptical look. "Well, if you stay here, we don't have to find out." She takes the wine and has a sip, a smile curling against her lips. Oh yes, she is very, very pleased with life right now.
"True," she says with a smile. "But you don't have to now. You have someone who's willing to do the work for you."
She smiles as he seems to settle into the idea, taking another drink from her cup and stepping towards the fire. Chicago is still cold, no matter what she does and the fire is a welcome warmth.
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Date: 2011-01-16 01:35 pm (UTC)He leans against the table, picking at a little bit of everything. Her preferences are quite clear but he can't say he minds them, either. But then, he's not difficult to please with food, so long as it's edible.
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Date: 2011-01-16 01:44 pm (UTC)Oh good because chances are this is the kind of food that is stocked within their home right now anyway. Sure there are a few other things but lots of fruit and lots of bread and lots of milk and honey.
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Date: 2011-01-29 07:31 am (UTC)He would find it odd a year ago, how quickly that's happened, but it's not as if these aren't extraordinary circumstances.
"I think I can take care of myself," he assures her, and reaches behind him when he lets go, refilling a glass with wine and offering it to her.
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Date: 2011-01-29 07:53 am (UTC)"Oh can you," she says giving him a skeptical look. "Well, if you stay here, we don't have to find out." She takes the wine and has a sip, a smile curling against her lips. Oh yes, she is very, very pleased with life right now.
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Date: 2011-01-29 08:25 am (UTC)Nor will he complain about her being pleased, and as he pours his own glass he can't say he feels much differently, at the moment.
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Date: 2011-01-29 08:36 am (UTC)She smiles as he seems to settle into the idea, taking another drink from her cup and stepping towards the fire. Chicago is still cold, no matter what she does and the fire is a welcome warmth.