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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( 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.