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[gonna_live]

It actually went well.

The beer can chicken has been picked over, the fake drunken chicken is 3/4 gone, and Sallie's pies are entirely gone.

Kaylee is busy carrying plates into the kitchen; her sweater is draped over a chair; an apron is on over her camisole; her hair is pinned up.

And she's smiling to herself, secret and pleased.

Comments

[gonna_live]

"Infinitesimal to none, handsome," she calls back cheerfully, "unless I start seein' some proof beforehand that you know what you're about."

[simon_doctor]

"So I should audition for it?" He grins.

[gonna_live]

"Get up a stable of solid recipes, with edible evidence, and we'll talk."

[simon_doctor]

"I'll make it my next project."

Beat.

"...in my copious spare time," he adds with a not-really-displeased sigh.

[gonna_live]

"Your copious spare time that ain't spent -- "

She closes the dishwasher, presses a button, and straightens.

" -- helpin' me with the house."

And now she hangs through the door, grinning at him. "Hey. We did it."

[simon_doctor]

"We did." He beams back at her.

[gonna_live]

She reaches up, presses a finger to the pad; the music stops. "Come on and bring those in there, and I'll deal with 'em in the mornin'."

[simon_doctor]

He picks up a last stray napkin, tucks it onto the stack of platters, and carries it through into the kitchen.

Pausing en route to steal another quick kiss.