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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 24, 2010 23:08:04 GMT -5
::Pietro ordered a stronger whiskey drink, since it was all water to him, and he knew that Rossignol usually did not mind if he indulged.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 25, 2010 19:42:38 GMT -5
She glanced at the menu. "They serve a tasting menu here, not simply a dish that you order?" It wasn't an objection, but she'd never been to a place that served food in exactly that way.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 25, 2010 22:55:28 GMT -5
"Yes," ::Pietro confirmed that with a slight nod. When investigating the restaurant, he had found that to be the practice. It was different, but he thought she would enjoy trying.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 25, 2010 23:02:10 GMT -5
'Well," she leaned up a little bit with her hands folded, with a mild smile. "Let the games begin, then."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 25, 2010 23:04:16 GMT -5
::Pietro acknowledged that and set aside his menu. He reached across the table, placing his hand atop her folded ones.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 25, 2010 23:13:45 GMT -5
She unfolded her hands so that she could take his. "How long has it been now?" she asked, with a smile because she knew the answer.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 25, 2010 23:57:32 GMT -5
::Pietro knew that she knew the answer. And still he replied, while squeezing her hand.:: "Two and a half years."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 26, 2010 0:12:09 GMT -5
Her thumb brushed over his fingers. "And I can never understand how we do it." She said it with a smile; it was fond humor.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 26, 2010 0:25:37 GMT -5
::Pietro knew that she was teasing; after their time together, he had gotten better at detecting teasing, although it had done little for his own lacking sense of humor.:: "We do our best."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 26, 2010 21:32:18 GMT -5
"And occasionally fall on our faces," she said, chuckling.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2010 22:13:19 GMT -5
"Occasionally." ::Pietro had to admit that there were occasional missteps, but he thought that they had done a good job making their relationship together.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2010 22:46:37 GMT -5
She squeezed his hand. "You hold me up, keep me sane. You know that," she said softly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2010 22:53:10 GMT -5
::Pietro returned the squeeze of her hand, and then tugged gently, bringing one to his lips. He did know this, because she had told him so before, and he knew that she would not lie or speak in jest about such a topic.:: "I love you."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2010 23:00:26 GMT -5
She smiled as he kissed her hand. "I love you, too."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2010 23:05:32 GMT -5
::Pietro brushed his lips across the back of her fingers and then set her hand back down on the table.:: "Happy Christmas."
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