Her eyes flick down for just a second, and this time when she looks away, her cheeks are a little red and there's an eyeroll there, her face very much reading seriously? and it's because he looks like he just fell out of a magazine and of course he does. Not that she's looking. She's smiling, though, she can't not - especially when he's laughing.
"Deal. You specify, and I'll decide if I should deliver over fresh pastries." She's teasing him, although it's entirely possible she will drop off fresh pastries, especially considering the fact that you pass his house on the way to Levi's. She walks into the house, retorting to the bit about the dog jokes. "You're a vet, I'm surprised they didn't make you take Dog Jokes 201 in col....lege." She pauses, blinking at his house, her brows shooting up.
"This is beautiful," she says quietly, because it is, but then she actually looks back at him when he says he wants to impress her, and her brows shoot up in clear surprise. She's not really a person to be impressed - not like that, not by people, but... "Okay, then, I will take a break and sit down and let you cook. Won't raise a finger unless you ask, except to wash the dishes." She smiles, and she walks past him to where he told her the kitchen was, and she just sort of stopped and stared at it.
"You promise you'll make it happen?" She says it sort of faintly, and it's because she's frankly overwhelmed, which is why once he answers - no matter how he answers, she continues, "Because I want your kitchen." Quartz countertops, chef's ovens, space and light and big counters and god she wishes she was less serious when she said she wanted it, and she knew she was being weird but she ran her fingers over the counter and it was perfect.
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"Deal. You specify, and I'll decide if I should deliver over fresh pastries." She's teasing him, although it's entirely possible she will drop off fresh pastries, especially considering the fact that you pass his house on the way to Levi's. She walks into the house, retorting to the bit about the dog jokes. "You're a vet, I'm surprised they didn't make you take Dog Jokes 201 in col....lege." She pauses, blinking at his house, her brows shooting up.
"This is beautiful," she says quietly, because it is, but then she actually looks back at him when he says he wants to impress her, and her brows shoot up in clear surprise. She's not really a person to be impressed - not like that, not by people, but... "Okay, then, I will take a break and sit down and let you cook. Won't raise a finger unless you ask, except to wash the dishes." She smiles, and she walks past him to where he told her the kitchen was, and she just sort of stopped and stared at it.
"You promise you'll make it happen?" She says it sort of faintly, and it's because she's frankly overwhelmed, which is why once he answers - no matter how he answers, she continues, "Because I want your kitchen." Quartz countertops, chef's ovens, space and light and big counters and god she wishes she was less serious when she said she wanted it, and she knew she was being weird but she ran her fingers over the counter and it was perfect.