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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 23:16:01 GMT -8
Mac glanced at her. "Sorry. Bad topic."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 12, 2011 23:17:23 GMT -8
She shrugged a bit. "An honest answer to it though. Anything new that is a safe topic?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 23:24:22 GMT -8
He inclined his head. Brachen was most likely not. "Got a new cook."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 12, 2011 23:25:47 GMT -8
She smiled at that. "Good to hear, was it difficult?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 23:38:59 GMT -8
He grinned. "It was annoyin', but I found a good one. Got two cooks and an assistant ta, which is nice. They come as a team, so I'd hate ta have them all quit at once, but it was good."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 9:30:54 GMT -8
"Well that's good, at least. How are they working out so far?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 12:08:09 GMT -8
"Good," he said with another nod. "I like them. They work well, and the guy doesn't mind gettin' out the milkshake machine."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 12:09:20 GMT -8
Her brow rose at that. "You're partial to milkshakes then?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 12:15:51 GMT -8
Mac blinked, realizing how foolish that made him sound in a lot of ways. "Yeah," he said finally.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 12:18:36 GMT -8
She smiled softly at that. "Good to know. Any particular reason or just a general like of them?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 12:25:26 GMT -8
"I..." he considered as he pulled the car up to the hotel. "A bit of both, really. They were the thin' I'd usually allow myself when I was growin' up." They had had so little money after all, and he actually wasn't sure how much he wanted to admit about that.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 12:28:23 GMT -8
She nodded a bit, having grown up where there was little enough to allow oneself. "Always nice."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 12:31:30 GMT -8
He shot her a smile before getting out and going around to open her side of the car. He tossed the keys to the half asleep valet, waking him up abruptly. "Yeah. The taste for them just carried on."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 12:33:46 GMT -8
Grids slipped her arm through his as they entered the hotel. "Could be worse. After all, milkshakes are a good thing from time to time."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 12:35:57 GMT -8
He smiled at her again. "Tell that ta the last cook. This one's pretty good about it though. Gave me a look like I had two heads when I first mentioned it, but took it in stride."
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