[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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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.