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*Nymphadora's storing the leftovers from dinner and putting them in the fridge.

She's kind of quiet.*

Date: 2005-07-01 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*His brow furrowed, Bernard jumps down from the counter and walks over to stand in front of her.*

You know that when I call you a pleb when we argue about food, I'm just teasing you, right?

Date: 2005-07-01 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He thinks for a moment, fingertips grazing her knuckles on the countertop.*

A-and.

Aesthetic preference is just that. Preference. And sometimes the stuff the experts and theorists like just seems like crap to other people. That's not pedestrian, that's just... normal.

I mean...

I like Calder, too. And Warhol.

*He grins*

I just also happen to like the Dadaists.

I mean... when I was in Europe, I was obsessed with cathedrals. Not for the God-thing, but for the weird tombs tucked away in corners. And it's kind of pedestrian and touristy to go to cathedrals. But there I was, fascinated. In the cathedral at Dinan, there's a relic that's the piece of a saint's heart, and you can see it.

*He shrugs*

You just have to... like what you like, and never stop finding new things to like, I guess.

Date: 2005-07-01 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He shuts his eyes and leans his head against hers, one hand coming up to rub her back.*

Never made it to Cologne.

We should go.

Date: 2005-07-01 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He laughs.*

I like pretzels, too.

Date: 2005-07-01 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He turns his head to kiss her cheek.*

Well.

Can't have you going around thinking we're not equals because of a bunch of books and art and stuff when I'd kiss the ground beneath your feet.

Date: 2005-07-01 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
So.

*Picks up the spoon and fills it with ice cream and cobbler.*

Appetite back?

Date: 2005-07-01 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He grins*

Too bad, this spoonful's mine.

*And it is.*

Date: 2005-07-01 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Oh, I know, you're starving to death.

Clearly.

...How many helpings of pork did you have again?

Date: 2005-07-01 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*Bernard says nothing; he merely smugly fills the spoon again and eats. Smugly.







He's smug.*

Date: 2005-07-01 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
...









Okay, now that was bitchy.

Date: 2005-07-01 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Augh.

I'm not really that empathetic of a person. I just make really good cobbler.

Date: 2005-07-01 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*Bernard throws his hands up in the air and gets a bowl out of the cupboard.

He gets the ice cream back out and fills the bowl with ice cream and cobbler.

Too bad Sunny refused dessert (he suspects someone gave her a sundae before dinner); it really is pretty good.

Putting the cobbler and ice cream in the fridge, he carries the bowl to the bedroom.

She's already in bed.

He sits on the edge and offers it to her silently.*

Date: 2005-07-01 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
I wasn't mad.

I thought we were joking around till you walked out. Sorry.

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