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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

Compulsion.

[He teases.]

Pure compulsion.

[furgood]

I mean, maybe a little. I am compelled to watch you shake your head at me every single time and find it amusing so there is that. You make it so easy.

[devoutish]

Mm. I suppose I could start doing something else.

[furgood]

And what would that be? More whining?

[devoutish]

[ He pulls his hand away, gently, and then puts it on her shoulder as he leans in to kiss her on the cheek.]

Oh, I don't know. Tea?

[furgood]

[ She giggles as he kisses her cheek.</ small>] Beard tickles you know. [Her eyes sparkle ] Tea is your solution to everything.

[devoutish]

Well, I am English.

[ He stands creakily and moves back towards the kitchen. ]

Stay right there. I'll heat the water up and bring it out to you.

[furgood]

[She looks a little wistful but settles into her seat ] I still don't know what that really means.

[devoutish]

Telling you it's a country doesn't help much, does it. There's always more to it than that.

[furgood]

Of course. But you're welcome to try if you'd like.

[devoutish]

Well, I couldn't tell you what it is about us and tea, I'm afraid. Here you go.

[He comes over with two cups on saucers, handing one to her carefully.]

[furgood]

Well I certainly don't mind it. I reap the benefits every time I come here.

[She takes the cup carefully and beams ] Ridiculous amounts of sugar?

[devoutish]

[Alfie clicks his tongue.]

I know the disgusting ways that you take it now, yes.

[furgood]

Aww sweet [ She leans over and kisses his cheek ] Much like my tea.

[devoutish]

If that's gonna be my reward, I'll have to make you tea more often.

[He sips at his, blowing on it a bit to cool it.]

[furgood]

You might just have to. [She takes a sip] I'll still have to work out the reward for making me bread. [Teasing] Very calculated reward systems here, you see.

[devoutish]

I'm gonna have to one-up you on this, you realize.

[furgood]

May the best man win. Or woman. Definitely woman in this case. Definitely going to be me. Though really, aren't we both winners?

[devoutish]

If it means a kiss from you, then I should say so.

[furgood]

[Her shoulders relax as she laughs, any traces of the guilt and uncertainty disappearing as she tucks a leg up beside her. Blowing on her tea, she grins]

Didn't know my kisses were such powerful currency.

[devoutish]

Women with pretty smiles do have that effect.

[furgood]

All with the pretty smiles. [She takes a sip and raises her eyebrows.] So far on the things Alfie loves list: we have tea, your gang, London, pretty smiles and--more tea. [A mock serious pause] Not snow. Whatever the opposite of snow is.

[devoutish]

Melted snow, in little puddles on the ground.

[furgood]

I'll add puddles to the list. A sunny day maybe. A warm fire, food you made. [She drains the cup of tea and fiddles with the saucer, more interested by the sound of china clinking than she probably should be]

You should tell me more things you like. I need ideas.

[devoutish]

A warm fire.

[He repeats, because that sounds particularly wonderful right now.]

Gold jewelry. The sea air.