Don’t forget to share them with Louis! /smiles sweetly/ well of course it is traditionally for couples, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show my friends how much they mean to me. /fiddles with her hair bow nervously/
Huh. Y’know, I haven’t seen Louis around yet today. /frowns/ I hope he’s not in a food coma or something. Can’t imagine what Winter Thanksgiving with Carl your your boyfriend it like. /her eyes light up/ Oh wait… Husband. /wriggles akwardly to herself/ Wahhh, I’m still not used to saying that.
Heh, it guess that’s true. /poses with her hands behind her head/ If I wasn’t crud in the kitchen, I’d make you something right now.
/turns, smiling brightly as she sees her/ Oh, heya Gina! ☆ /she’s taken aback a bit at the sight of the cookies/ Ehh?? But.. isn’t Winter Thanksgiving supposed to be when the guys get— /stops herself, the yummy smell of the cookies taking over instead/ Um… Well, thanks! I’ll make sure to pay you back when Spring Thanksgiving rolls around! /grins, sort of awkwardly/ Thanks, Gina.
Keifu fairies…? Never heard of anything like that.. They sound kinda like Harvest Sprites, though. I’ve heard we’ve got some here in Flowerbud, up by the Goddess Spring. /shrugs/ Not sure if that helps you though. Um, sorry?
/frowns/ Hm. That is a conundrum. Do you know what’s wrong with it? Why business’s so bad? I thought vineyards were always booming in small towns like these.. I mean, how else’re the lushes gonna get their liquor? /laughs, trying to make her feel better/
Aw, yes! I can always be baited by some great baked corn. /grins, nodding/ … Ehh? That’s no good! If you’re really that unhappy where you are, why don’t you just leave, then?
Bluhhh.
“Ah— true!” The emphasis on the word accompanied his baseball-like stance, knocking the watering can over his shoulder and into the sink, judging by the metallic clanging it was doing in that general direction. Louis didn’t dare take his eyes off the red-head, however, holding the plunger out again in self defense.
“But there are— plenty of reasons— to wear a tux!” Ann was now advancing with every un-sold watering can the shop had on hand - which was unfortunately great a deal higher due to a rather saturated market. Not many folks in town bought watering cans these days. Louis batted each can away as she lobbed them, each in turn finding a new home amongst the immediate scenery - one bouncing up atop the fridge, one sliding across the floor and behind a stack of spare parts - one flying past Ann and landing somewhere in her bedroom. At least she was laughing - and he couldn’t help but chuckle either.
“There’s always— the reception, of course— Carl and I spoke about it a little while we were away— we could certainly afford one, and then— well, it might not be a wedding, exactly, but—” he paused to swat another can, this one bouncing up a few stairs and settling on the staircase. “—But you could still wear a tux as my best man!”
She had originally planned to jump over the table after Louis, tackle him, maybe get a few punches in… but a second look at the plunger made her decide against it in the end. She made due with quickly retrieving one of the fallen watering cans, purely as a defensive weapon, holding it up close to her face and eyeing Louis with the squintiest of suspicious looks.
True to her nature, however, she completely perked up at the change of subject. “Oh, you guys’re gonna have a reception? When?” If she had been dog instead of human, her tail would be going a hundred miles a minute. “Wait, wait, doesn’t the best man get to make the toast at the reception? …At least, that’s what happened at my cousin’s wedding.” She turned her head a bit, trying to think, before giving up and making due with grinning back at Louis. “Well, that changes things. Maybe this’ll work out all right after all.”
Turning on her heel to try and make a smooth exit, Ann suddenly realized the true scope of her watering can attack. “Oh geez. I hope we didn’t dent any of these.” She winced as she noticed the distance some of them had gotten, particularly the ones that made it to the kitchen. “Dad’s gonna kill me,” she sighed.
(Source: exploding-with-genius)
Bluhhh.
Ah— he always underestimated her reflexes! Cursing himself mentally for not taking better care to duck, allowing himself to relax far too much with the initial relief of being assured his reasoning made sense - he absorbed the first few blows, wincing as his mental processes were quickly scrambled, delaying him from making an escape. After the fourth or fifth blow - he’d lost count - he dropped his bag, tucking and rolling into the kitchen and crawling under the kitchen table.
He popped up on the other side of it, glasses askew on his nose - wielding the plunger from underneath the kitchen sink like a club. “Oi— Ann!” he called, using the table as an obstacle between them - ready to dart in either direction around it in order to escape. “Listen! I know— and I’m sorry! You’re still my best man, if it’s any consolation!”
Ann gritted her teeth as Louis made his getaway. “That’s not fair! Consolation doesn’t give me an excuse to wear a tuxedo!” She threw the watering can at him as he popped up from behind the table, watching him swat it away with his newly-retrieved plunger.
“So, projectiles won’t work, huh?” she huffed, grinning. She looked around quickly, trying to find a way of changing her tactics. No use, anything else was either breakable or too heavy. She was irritated but wasn’t about to try and kill Louis. Instead, she grabbed as many watering cans as she could and threw them at him at the same time. “How about an air strike then?” she called with a hearty laugh, dashing toward him from behind the wall of watering cans, like a ninja under cover of a smoke bomb.
(Source: exploding-with-genius)
/grins/ I may take you up on that someday. ..Do you grow corn in Rosebud Village? … Ehh? Hey, you’re always free to take a vacation once in a while. It’s never good to feel trapped anywhere, y’know? Why stay somewhere where you feel unhappy?
Pfft, like anyone would make a movie about my life. /smirks/
(( Deborah Ann Woll. So kawaii, too kawaii. ))
