[ Watching River bite into the fruit and then subsequently become shocked at the splattering of juice that runs down the front of her dress is more than enough to give him pause, causing him to bite down with a little more force than intended into his and then having it burst all over him in turn. By the time he realizes that he's covered in the juice of not one but two fruits, River has already come to a conclusion all on her own.
There's another beat. And then laughter. ]
Non-toxic juice? That was your first thought?
[ The question is not the least bit incredulous but rather overflows with affection and warmth - two things that are becoming easier and easier to pull from him with little resistance nowadays. He can't even bring himself to teasingly chide her about all the work he's going to have to do later to get the stains out even though they both know that she has the magic and ability to do so herself with ease.
Holding out his remaining fruit towards her he motions for the staining her hands. ]
I don't think we want to add too much of this one. It's too sour. It might spoil the juice.
[ his laughter rings out like wind-chimes dancing in a light breeze, and river can't help but think of the day they first met. when his smile creaked like old leather, stale air in his lungs that choked out humor and happiness before it could fully form.
things are different now. they're different, and nowhere can it be seen more clearly than the way distant stars glitter across her skin to see this lightness in him. she smiles in return, her eyes bright with deep, unadulterated fondness, and then she holds up both hands toward him. ]
Acids can cut through fatty meats and bitter flavors. Good for cooking, or mixing a stiff drink.
[ the latter isn't as relevant in their current situation but the point still stands. their forays into cooking out here have been fun, every bit as much as this little game and the rest of their lives out here in the feywilds. it's hard not to imagine what it might be like to stay here forever, far away from the rest of society like peter pan's lost boys on an endless adventure. ]
[ Sometimes he catches himself laughing like this. Notices how light full of joy it sounds, and how it is completely free of any burden or weight that still hides in the shadowy corners of his home waiting for him to recall that it exists. And when he catches himself he finds himself faltering because how can he do that even if those he loves would want him to do so in their stead? Thankfully, he doesn't notice now, too concerned with juice staining the sleeves of their clothing and how he could possibly incorporate this into a meal later.
He's not so caught up in his domesticated thoughts to not notice the glow that shimmers softly from beneath her skin. And like a snowball effect, his own skin begins to softly glow too in response as like calls to like. Pulling over the watering can he waits for her to lower her hands before pouring it the water over her palms. ]
How did you know we were having steak for dinner?
[ Because obviously she wouldn't be having a stiff drink tonight - even if she is of age. Besides, those were saved for special occasions. His brow furrows in jest. ]
Unless this is your way of saying you don't like my dinner plans.
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There's another beat. And then laughter. ]
Non-toxic juice? That was your first thought?
[ The question is not the least bit incredulous but rather overflows with affection and warmth - two things that are becoming easier and easier to pull from him with little resistance nowadays. He can't even bring himself to teasingly chide her about all the work he's going to have to do later to get the stains out even though they both know that she has the magic and ability to do so herself with ease.
Holding out his remaining fruit towards her he motions for the staining her hands. ]
I don't think we want to add too much of this one. It's too sour. It might spoil the juice.
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things are different now. they're different, and nowhere can it be seen more clearly than the way distant stars glitter across her skin to see this lightness in him. she smiles in return, her eyes bright with deep, unadulterated fondness, and then she holds up both hands toward him. ]
Acids can cut through fatty meats and bitter flavors. Good for cooking, or mixing a stiff drink.
[ the latter isn't as relevant in their current situation but the point still stands. their forays into cooking out here have been fun, every bit as much as this little game and the rest of their lives out here in the feywilds. it's hard not to imagine what it might be like to stay here forever, far away from the rest of society like peter pan's lost boys on an endless adventure. ]
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He's not so caught up in his domesticated thoughts to not notice the glow that shimmers softly from beneath her skin. And like a snowball effect, his own skin begins to softly glow too in response as like calls to like. Pulling over the watering can he waits for her to lower her hands before pouring it the water over her palms. ]
How did you know we were having steak for dinner?
[ Because obviously she wouldn't be having a stiff drink tonight - even if she is of age. Besides, those were saved for special occasions. His brow furrows in jest. ]
Unless this is your way of saying you don't like my dinner plans.