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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 9:09:51 GMT -5
*Jake stood, brushed himself off with little success, and backed down the ladder, jumping off the last few rungs before he cautiously reached out to take the parcel, looking as if he half-expected it to be ticking.*
"That's...mighty kind of ya, Miz Bullet."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 12:49:51 GMT -5
*Lark winced at the name but stretched in further out.*
"It's not much. I didn't have a proper kitchen or anything, but I managed to scrape some things..."
*She shut her eyes, taking a deep breath to refocus.*
"I hope you like pie."
*She shrugged.*
"Or something that vaguely resembles it."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 13:42:24 GMT -5
"You brought me pie?"
I'm gonna marry this one.
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 13:45:20 GMT -5
((*swoons*))
*Lark shrugged.*
"I know it's not much in the way of an apology..." *She babbled on.* "And I could only find apples and there wasn't a proper oven and...well..."
*She looked up at him helplessly, trying to catch her breath.*
"But it's the thought that counts, right?" *She continued sheepishly.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 13:48:47 GMT -5
*Jake lifted the parcel to his face and inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring.*
"God bless America."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 13:53:47 GMT -5
*She laughed nervously, suddenly feeling like she had nothing to do without something in her hands.*
"I just...hope it's al'right."
*She smiled.*
"Oh, right."
*She delved in her small purse and pulled out a fork, holding it to him.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 14:04:52 GMT -5
"...you brought a fork?"
*He stared at her rather blankly for a moment, then grinned.*
"Saved me from usin' mah fingers," *he chuckled, taking the fork and digging in. The first bite was bliss. He nearly went weak at the knees.*
"Damn..." *he murmured, the mouthful of pie muffling the word into a soft "mmmphh" of pleasure.*
"Where're mah manners? Here--" *he took a forkful and held it out towards her.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 14:09:07 GMT -5
"Oh no..." *She shook her head politely.*
"I mean...it's a gift. I wouldn't want to..."
*She paused a moment.*
"Aw Hell, if you're offering."
*She leaned forward and took the bite of pie off the fork, her gloved hand quickly wiping at her mouth in some semblance of being polite.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 14:15:56 GMT -5
"Wouldn't trust a cook who didn't sample some of their own food," *said Jake with a smile, reaching out to brush away a fleck of pastry on her chin with his thumb.* "Might be poison."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 14:37:03 GMT -5
*Lark laughed, trying not to choke on crust.*
"Well, just because I didn't mean to kill you...doesn't mean it won't."
*Her eyes fell at his touch, a touch she had resolved herself to never feeling again.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 15:05:44 GMT -5
*Jake laughed, sticking that same thumb in his mouth, unwilling to let a scrap of the precious pie go to waste.*
"Make it look like an accident, eh?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 15:12:53 GMT -5
*She blinked, watching him lick his fingers and then being all too fixated on his tongue and flustering a little.*
"Well...guess we're both done for then..."
*She rubbed her hands nervously as she turned away, letting him eat unobserved. Her eyes wandered the stable.*
"But...everything else is al'right? I mean, you're doing well? Here? With work..." *She babbled anxiously to herself. She really should have just sent the pie with a note.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 15:40:24 GMT -5
"If I die by your hand, accident or no, I'm sure's hell takin' ya down with me," *he quipped amiably. Truth be told, nothing soothed Jake's most ruffled feathers faster than some good vittles.*
"Work's work..." *he shrugged.* "The horses are great, the people are idiots, the pay is reasonable."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 15:46:43 GMT -5
"Of course." *She turned back to him with a nervous nod and smile.*
"Well...if you're busy...I can get out of your hair."
*Not that she was eager to leave, but she seemed to have got to what she'd wanted to. It might be better to go before she messed things up again. Still, she had the urge to linger. It was perplexing.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 15:56:17 GMT -5
*Jake shrugged.*
"Not so busy. One of the boys is out sick--took a bad fall--so we haven't got enough hands t'get on with breeding Thunder an' Penny," *he said, pointing out a black stallion and a mare with a bright reddish coat, stalled at opposite ends of the stables. Jake tapped the fork against his chin for a moment.* "There's only so long we can wait, but it'll keep for another day 'r so. We'll see if Jacques is well enough by then."
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