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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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.

[furgood]

[The teacup and saucer are set on the nearest flat surface so she doesn't drop them by accident. Tucking her legs up under her, she turns more fully towards him and nods along.]

I prefer gold to silver myself. It looks prettier. I feel like it makes my skin glow. [She holds her hands out to look at them as if she can see some of the slender bracelets she wore more often before] Sea air is a good choice as well. So far, pretty good choices all things considered. I approve. Mostly.

[devoutish]

[He holds his hand out in turn, splaying his fingers to show off his gold rings. He takes her one of her hands again, pressing their metal to her skin.]

They do look good on you.

[furgood]

[Her lips quirk at the edges and she twists one of his rings about idly, feeling all the little bumps and edges] I don't wear much jewelry here. Or dress up much. Maybe I should. It's not very practical but I hardly ever have excuses to put on a necklace or rings or bracelets. I should make my own.