Uncorking the wine, he pours a little into each of the glasses he's brought up; he'll drink as little or as much as she's drinking. "Well, see, I went out to have a smoke, but there was this lady out there on the swing with a baby on her lap, her boy's like... eight and a half months old and the truth is I got distracted by the kid and never did smoke. I decided to get us something decent to eat instead, because we haven't exactly been doing the three square meals a day thing that book recommends. Here."
He hands her the wine; so much for healthy. But hell, like she said, she just wants a little and it's fine. Junior's already sleeping and she just ate, so... he figures they're safe. "She was really nice and her kid was pretty sweet too. She said she'd love to say hey to both my Beths."
Both my Beths. That phrase makes him smile widely, happily; he glances over to the infant sleeping in the swing basket. "All that aside, Slim: happy anniversary." He never thought he'd be around to celebrate an anniversary with anyone, but he's sure as hell glad to be doing it. When he lifts his glass to hers, the crystal sides touch with a musical clink. Watching her mouth form an oval over and around the lip of the glass -- watching her sip the wine like it was some kind of priceless rarity -- is as fascinating as ever.
"I could look at you all damn day, Beth. Here... try this." Reaching over with a pair of chopsticks, he picks up a particularly good-looking circlet of potechi, dips it into shoyu, and holds it up for her. "I'm not trying to seduce you, I swear it. I mean, I'd like to, but seeing as how you just had a baby, we should probably wait a little." The book says so. "But I couldn't really plan our anniversary dinner without potechi. The tray looked all wrong."
Even with his intentions -- or lack of intentions -- made perfectly clear, he still bets they won't finish this dish of potechi. At this point, that'd be one hell of a sacrilege.
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He hands her the wine; so much for healthy. But hell, like she said, she just wants a little and it's fine. Junior's already sleeping and she just ate, so... he figures they're safe. "She was really nice and her kid was pretty sweet too. She said she'd love to say hey to both my Beths."
Both my Beths. That phrase makes him smile widely, happily; he glances over to the infant sleeping in the swing basket. "All that aside, Slim: happy anniversary." He never thought he'd be around to celebrate an anniversary with anyone, but he's sure as hell glad to be doing it. When he lifts his glass to hers, the crystal sides touch with a musical clink. Watching her mouth form an oval over and around the lip of the glass -- watching her sip the wine like it was some kind of priceless rarity -- is as fascinating as ever.
"I could look at you all damn day, Beth. Here... try this." Reaching over with a pair of chopsticks, he picks up a particularly good-looking circlet of potechi, dips it into shoyu, and holds it up for her. "I'm not trying to seduce you, I swear it. I mean, I'd like to, but seeing as how you just had a baby, we should probably wait a little." The book says so. "But I couldn't really plan our anniversary dinner without potechi. The tray looked all wrong."
Even with his intentions -- or lack of intentions -- made perfectly clear, he still bets they won't finish this dish of potechi. At this point, that'd be one hell of a sacrilege.