( or at all, actually. eddie is enjoying not fighting with most people. hargrove is enough.
it’s closer to thirty minutes that he makes his way to the tavern, slips in the back and makes his way to the kitchen like a little rat on a war path. he pokes his head in and then slips in when the coast is clear, it’s just murphy there.
he offers a smile still, hands in his pockets as he meanders over. ) What’s cookin, good lookin?
[Having just received orders from a six top, Murphy is about to fire some steaks when Eddie slips in, and the busy-ness might be a blessing. It stops Murphy from stopping, overthinking, awkwardly figuring out how badly he might've messed things up. Instead, Eddie gets,]
Hey, man. Sorry. [Followed by a quick but firm kiss to the corner of the mouth. Then Murphy's on his way back to the grill, pointing at the small pile of fresh chicken nuggets sitting on the warming plate.] Taste for me, yeah? I went with breaded, but I can try batter if they're not right.
Dude. You made chicken nuggets. ( eddie says like that's enough for murphy not to apologize. he smiles into the kiss and then steps away when murphy does, beelines to where the nuggets are. ) They look like chicken nuggets.
( not quite like micky d's but eddie's not really expecting that anyway. even murphy can't work that sort of magic out here in rubilukskoye. eddie picks one up, takes a bit and wow. yeah. he might tear up a little. ) I could kiss you.
[That gets a laugh, a glance over his shoulder. Taking in Eddie's expression, capturing the little warm bubble of pleasure and pride he gets when people like what he's cooked. When people he likes, like what he's cooked, for them.]
Give me five to get this table done, and you can do whatever you want with me.
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i grew up in farm country where the good ole boys cow tipped for fun
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i meant they have the main ingredient you’d need. that, egg, and breadcrumbs
forget it
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Sorry. I'm kind of crappy conversation at the moment.
Come by in like 20.
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murphy doesn’t deserve him snapping again if he’s going through stuff too )
it’s fine
anything i can do? or bring over?
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am i meeting you at the tavern?
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Yeah. Just come round the back if you don't want to deal with the bar.
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( or at all, actually. eddie is enjoying not fighting with most people. hargrove is enough.
it’s closer to thirty minutes that he makes his way to the tavern, slips in the back and makes his way to the kitchen like a little rat on a war path. he pokes his head in and then slips in when the coast is clear, it’s just murphy there.
he offers a smile still, hands in his pockets as he meanders over. ) What’s cookin, good lookin?
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Hey, man. Sorry. [Followed by a quick but firm kiss to the corner of the mouth. Then Murphy's on his way back to the grill, pointing at the small pile of fresh chicken nuggets sitting on the warming plate.] Taste for me, yeah? I went with breaded, but I can try batter if they're not right.
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( not quite like micky d's but eddie's not really expecting that anyway. even murphy can't work that sort of magic out here in rubilukskoye. eddie picks one up, takes a bit and wow. yeah. he might tear up a little. ) I could kiss you.
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Give me five to get this table done, and you can do whatever you want with me.