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/makes grabby hands

I was going to go for the low hanging fruit of a joke about you sitting on my face, but instead I'm going to ask your opinion of chocolate stout.

Hm, tempting.

[ both the chocolate stout and the face sitting, if she's being honest. ]

[ it takes a minute or two for him to reply. ]

That's a check mark next to stolen booze. Now how would you like me to deliver this to you?

If I said in nothing but a white, frilly apron, would you do it? Don't worry, I don't actually want that.

No. Getting arrested for public indecency isn't on my bucket list.

Pity. I'm in my room.

ETA fifteen minutes.

I'll be picturing the frilly apron.

Have fun with that, because it's only ever going to happen in your imagination.

And you're still coming over. I'm impressed.

I figure your fantasies aren't any of my business.

Besides, I can't drink all this stout myself.

Respecting my privacy, Leonard?

I'm asking Gideon to make some chips. Any requests?

Trying not to scar myself.

Butterscotch chips. Inside cookies.

I didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.

There's a lot you don't know about me.

One thing less now. Does that scare you, Leonard?

Not at all.

[ a lil bit, yes. ]

[ it scares her, not that she'll admit as much. but these days, emotions are - complicated. ]

Not sure I believe it.

If I were lying, would you really want me to admit it?

Fair point. Glad we talked about it.