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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

No, no, we'll do it some other night. Say, next week.

[furgood]

Oh good. I need time to plan. [Squeezes his hand ] Any requests?

[devoutish]

Only one: surprise me.

[furgood]

[Laughs ] Fine I can work with that. Here or my place? I imagine my place but I don't mind cooking here. Just would have to let me know if the others are joining.

[devoutish]

Let's just have the two of us. I'll bring dessert over.

[furgood]

Next week it is then. [She kisses his cheek and hums ] Happy Birthday, Alfie. Did they did anything for you?

[devoutish]

Yeah, they're always piling things on me.

[He's going to try to kiss her on the mouth again, chasing her lips with his.]

[furgood]

Life's so hard, getting all that attention.

[There's a moment where she thinks of teasing him but instead she moves into it, meeting his lips eagerly ]

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He pulls away to talk, then ducks back in to kiss her between words.]

Awful-- that we've got-- such people in our lives.

[furgood]

I'm sure you never-[She's trying so hard not laugh when he kisses her but its a struggle ] spoil them

[devoutish]

[He curls a lock of her hair around his finger.]

Do I spoil you?

[furgood]

Hmn? I don't know, your kisses are pretty nice after all.

[devoutish]

Yeah? Not too much beard?

[furgood]

[Little tug ] Only sometimes

[devoutish]

[He's just going to go ahead and rub that beard against her cheek and chin.]

[furgood]

[She sputters, whines and tries to inch away ] You've upgraded to all the time!

[devoutish]

You're sure?

[He pulls back, a grin still dancing on his lips.]

[furgood]

I'm pawsitive.

[devoutish]

All right, all right. I'll shave it all off, just for you. Go bald-faced.

[No he won't, but.]

[furgood]

Denied, I think you'd look weird without it. [She gives his beard another little tug ] I'm used to it. Even if it can be annoying. My hair is annoying incarnate.

[devoutish]

What's wrong with your hair?

[furgood]

It flies in my face and gets in the way. Sleeping is a trial for me let alone else in the bed.

[devoutish]

I think it's gorgeous, myself.

[furgood]

[Grin ] You're sweet... you don't end up with a mouthful of hair in the morning.

[devoutish]

I wouldn't mind if I did.

[He teases, twirling a lock of that hair around a finger.]