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[flippin_peachy]

I'm glad as well.

[He then chuckles and shakes his head.]

Oh no, I don't think your shoulder will be healed by then so I'll cook for you here.

[pagekaren]

Oh, it won't be fully healed, but I'll be functional by the end of the week. This thing isn't going to last longer than 24 hours.

[Karen makes a gesture to indicate the sling that's holding her arm in place so she won't move that shoulder around. She is, if nothing else, devastatingly self aware.]

I could compromise and let you help me cook.

[flippin_peachy]

[He looks at her for a moment, as if trying to judge if she really will let him cook and then smiles.]

All right, deal.

[pagekaren]

[Karen's face seems to be saying who, me? as he studies her. It's not a very convincing impression of someone that absolutely isn't planning to start cooking early. She still smiles when he agrees to the deal.]

Good. What's your favorite meal?

[flippin_peachy]

Don't take this the wrong way but I don't think you could make my favourite.

[pagekaren]

Oh yeah? I mean, I wouldn't be offended by that. I'm a good cook but there's always things that are outside someone's skill set. I still want to know what it is.

[flippin_peachy]

I'm sure you're a great cook but you're American so...

[He says with a little wink.]

It's shepherd's pie.

[pagekaren]

[Karen can't help but laugh a little at that wink, but then she gives him a considering look.]

Beef or lamb?

[flippin_peachy]

Both of course.

[pagekaren]

Oh, that's so doable.

[A beat.]

You can do the mashed potatoes, though. I hate peeling them.

[flippin_peachy]

Oh no, if we're doing shepherds pie then I'm making it for you. And I'll use my Mum's secret recipe.

[pagekaren]

Wait, how did this turn into you cooking for me?

[Karen gives him a suspicious look.]

Like I could resist a mum's secret recipe. Fine, but if that's what we're doing, then I'm making an apple pie. My mom used to make them for the diner.

[flippin_peachy]

Because I'm picky when it comes to shepherds pie, that and your injured.

[He says with a smile.]

Fair enough, I was always rubbish at baking.

[pagekaren]

This isn't going to slow me down.

[At all. Honestly, the more she thinks about it, the more she just wants to take the sling off already. Even though she knows it's for the best.]

It's a really good apple pie, too. We'll have a pie night.

[flippin_peachy]

It will if I make you promise to wear it the full amount of time the doctor told you to.

Sounds like a pretty perfect night to me.

[pagekaren]

You can't make me promise that, because I am going to break that promise, and then I'll feel guilty. It'll be a whole thing.

Me too.

[flippin_peachy]

What if I gave you puppy dog eyes?

[pagekaren]

I'll just feel more guilty when I'm taking this thing off in the morning.

[She studies his expression for a moment, trying not to grin.]

I do kind of want to see you try to pull the look off, though.

[flippin_peachy]

[He tilts his head down slightly, raising his brows and looking up into her eyes with his light grey ones. His lips curving slightly into a subtle pout.]

[pagekaren]

[There's a brief silence as she watches him with her lips pressed together. And then she lets out a snort of laughter.]

No, sorry, it's so good.

[Leaning in, she drops a quick kiss onto his lips.]

You have really lovely eyes. Did you practice that look in the mirror?

[flippin_peachy]

[He catches that kiss and manages to make it just a little longer, smiling at her after.]

Nah, just a natural born puppy dog I guess.
Woof woof.

[pagekaren]

[Karen smiles at the way he lets the kiss linger a bit, bringing her good hand around so she can run her fingers through his hair.]

You are a very good boy.

[flippin_peachy]

[That makes him laugh softly those puppy dog eyes turn mischievous.]

Well....not that good.
I can be quite naughty too.

[pagekaren]

Oh, believe me, I am well aware.

[There's just a glimmer of mirth in her eyes as she shifts her hand to the side of his face so she can run her thumb back along his cheekbone.]

You're going to charm my pants right off one of these days. I'm looking forward to it.

[flippin_peachy]

[He leans into her touch a little, enjoying how soft it is.]

As am I.

[But not tonight, not when she's loopy on pain medicine.]