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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2010 23:14:18 GMT -5
"Happy Christmas." At that moment the waiter came back with their drinks, and also told them that their first course, something called Oysters and Pearls, was on it's way out.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 1, 2011 23:05:53 GMT -5
::Pietro picked up his drink and held it out to her in toast.:: "What do we drink to?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 1, 2011 23:18:05 GMT -5
She tried to think about the past year, holding her own drink. She'd lost her powers, found them again, found control along with it. Pietro had found a job, possibly a career...but even with all this, there was much left undone. "To be at peace, maybe. With ourselves, and with others."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 1, 2011 23:21:08 GMT -5
::Pietro could drink to that. With a nod, he touched his glass to hers.:: "To peace."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 1, 2011 23:22:51 GMT -5
She nodded back, took a sip of her wine, then set the glass down. "Presents?" she asked, with a slight smile.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 1, 2011 23:34:32 GMT -5
"As you wish." ::Pietro could hardly deny her that. He had one of the presents in his pocket and reached in to remove the jewelry box.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 1, 2011 23:35:43 GMT -5
"Who goes first?" she said, teasingly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 1, 2011 23:37:11 GMT -5
"You may, if you wish." ::Pietro held the small jewelry box out to her, enticing but not forceful.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 1, 2011 23:41:07 GMT -5
"Not this time." She held out her own package to him, larger then the jewelry box, a plain blue bag with white tissue paper.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 1, 2011 23:42:06 GMT -5
::In compliance, Pietro set the jewelry box at the corner of the table, near him. He then reached out to take the box from her and set it in his lap, before removing the paper.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 1, 2011 23:46:50 GMT -5
Inside was an black onyx and silver picture frame, with a picture of the two of them taken at a birthday party, taken by Kitty: she had sat down rather suddenly in his lap through no fault of her own, trying to avoid an onslaught of silly string. Kitty caught the exact minute he'd turn to look at her, resulting in an unexpectedly sweet moment in the middle of controlled chaos. She was half smiling, and although it was probably more from surprise at the time, he had a version of a smile as well.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2011 0:19:02 GMT -5
::Pietro carefully removed the frame from the box, studying the photograph contained within. He remembered that day, although the moment slipped away as individual moments tended to. He possessed no photographs of them together as such, and thus it was appreciated. More than his usual appreciate of receiving anything from her. He was sincere as always.:: "Thank you, Rossignol."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2011 0:28:55 GMT -5
She smiled, glad he liked it. "I have a copy of the same picture. A different frame, though. I tried to find something not so ornate for you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 15, 2011 19:18:17 GMT -5
"It is generous," ::Pietro told her sincerely. He ran his finger along the edge of the frame, feeling it and then weighing it in his hand.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 15, 2011 20:41:51 GMT -5
'The other you have to unwrap Christmas morning," she said, with a small smile, pleased he was happy with the gift. "But I'll tell you what it is, if you like."
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