[But he's right; she drags herself up to sit, undoes the lid and takes a sip, before she takes stock of the little spread he's brought her. It tastes like summer, back home - her real home. Milkshakes, fresh strawberries - she sighs, delighted, and holds the glass between both hands. ]
- Oh. Oh my god, you brought me a picnic? [Which is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has done for her here, really. Her eyes light up and then go very soft. The glass is set aside, hands outstretched after to grab at Murphy, his hands. ] Come here.
[Her reaction has him looking over the spread again.]
Aren't picnics meant to have sandwiches?
[Not that the distinction seems to matter. She's reaching for him, and he goes, careful not to disturb any of the food as he lets her tug him in. Still, he's going to offer:]
Maybe I just want to make sure you're properly provided for.
[Faux thoughtful, but he's settling over her on the bed, clearly not actually that interested in sandwiches. Clearly more interested in kissing her, even though he doesn't quite close the space between them to do so.]
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[But he's right; she drags herself up to sit, undoes the lid and takes a sip, before she takes stock of the little spread he's brought her. It tastes like summer, back home - her real home. Milkshakes, fresh strawberries - she sighs, delighted, and holds the glass between both hands. ]
- Oh. Oh my god, you brought me a picnic? [Which is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has done for her here, really. Her eyes light up and then go very soft. The glass is set aside, hands outstretched after to grab at Murphy, his hands. ] Come here.
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Aren't picnics meant to have sandwiches?
[Not that the distinction seems to matter. She's reaching for him, and he goes, careful not to disturb any of the food as he lets her tug him in. Still, he's going to offer:]
I mean, I could make some, if you want.
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[Which -] Which is fine, but like. You could just tell me.
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[Faux thoughtful, but he's settling over her on the bed, clearly not actually that interested in sandwiches. Clearly more interested in kissing her, even though he doesn't quite close the space between them to do so.]
Before I get distracted.