[ for all that this isn't what they planned, steve knows better than to lose sight of the fact that it's marginally better than so many birthdays that came before it. it's only made clearer by having to see her slip away from him every night in the middle of a nearly-claimed dance.
he tilts his head, considers for a moment. ]
Is it a book?
[ it isn't, but he has to ask. she wouldn't claim him incapable of guessing if it were a book, after all. ]
[ she spears a bit of god-knows-what on her fork and smears it against the plate's edge, as though judging the texture by sight alone. had they been moored at some planet, perhaps, they could have had a much nicer meal. or even have stopped by jarvis's bistro if she thought she could stomach the attention. but, no, not so. ]
[ he grabs what must be space's version of a cracker and splits it in the middle, collecting the crumbs and returning them to the plate. even here, aboard the marsiva, he seems careful about these little things. though lord knows who or what keeps the place clean. ]
Anything to do with music? gardening? did you get me a plant?
[ because okay, that could be a nice gift. he always wanted to plant some tomatoes. ]
[ she watches with quiet -- subdued -- amusement. there are things she needs to discuss with him. dire things. but she can't quite bring herself to turn the conversation dark at a moment like this. selfishly, she wants to cling to these sweeter moments while they have them.
it's a dangerous temptation; she knows she ought to be better than this. ]
No, no, and also no. Although I suppose you must also ask yourself whether I'm likely to tell the truth even if you do guess it.
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Date: 2017-07-05 03:46 pm (UTC)[ for all that this isn't what they planned, steve knows better than to lose sight of the fact that it's marginally better than so many birthdays that came before it. it's only made clearer by having to see her slip away from him every night in the middle of a nearly-claimed dance.
he tilts his head, considers for a moment. ]
Is it a book?
[ it isn't, but he has to ask. she wouldn't claim him incapable of guessing if it were a book, after all. ]
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Date: 2017-07-06 01:02 am (UTC)[ she spears a bit of god-knows-what on her fork and smears it against the plate's edge, as though judging the texture by sight alone. had they been moored at some planet, perhaps, they could have had a much nicer meal. or even have stopped by jarvis's bistro if she thought she could stomach the attention. but, no, not so. ]
Nothing so obvious.
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Date: 2017-07-06 08:19 pm (UTC)[ he grabs what must be space's version of a cracker and splits it in the middle, collecting the crumbs and returning them to the plate. even here, aboard the marsiva, he seems careful about these little things. though lord knows who or what keeps the place clean. ]
Anything to do with music? gardening? did you get me a plant?
[ because okay, that could be a nice gift. he always wanted to plant some tomatoes. ]
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Date: 2017-07-08 12:17 pm (UTC)it's a dangerous temptation; she knows she ought to be better than this. ]
No, no, and also no. Although I suppose you must also ask yourself whether I'm likely to tell the truth even if you do guess it.