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WHO: Patrick and Famine
WHAT: AWKWARD KISSES omfg!
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: Patrick's place
WARNINGS: Uhm, overload of adorablilty?

It might seem strange to ask for distraction by someone who had once willingly starved him, but Patrick loved Famine and she was always good company. Their past was just that; the past. In fact, he had spent the entire day contemplating going back to work while baking and cooking up a storm. He had an entire banquet to offer Famine if she wanted it. And she usually did.

Patrick was terrified that Joey had been taken by a demon or some other charlatan. His dear friend Neil had been taken by Lucifer and killed. It was Patrick's greatest fear but considering the cock-up that had been the rescue of Bridget, Patrick knew he couldn't rush in and try to save Joey even if he did know where he was. Not if Lucifer had him, and that really was the most likely outcome. He messaged Michael and now all he could do was sit and wait. He didn't stand a chance against the fallen angel. Lucifer could crush him like a bug.

When Patrick heard the knock on the door, Patrick ran to answer it while sucking some chocolate off his thumb. "Hi," he said with a smile. "I melted a bunch of chocolate to dip strawberries in because yum."

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Patrick screwed up his face then, looking half-shocked and horrified. "You what? You didn't get a say? What happened?"

She waved a hand. "Stop looking like at me like that, I was fine. It was Valentine's Day, when that little idiot Greek goes around shooting people. When I was curled up in bed with vodka, and really not knowing how to deal with things."

"Oh, I see. Yeah, I think Michael got shot by him as well but he wouldn't say who he fell for." Patrick shrugged. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

She started laughing and choked on the last bite of her cookie. "Michael," she said, when she could speak again. "Michael. The general of all the armies of Heaven...got shot by a love arrow." She cough-laughed for a few more moments. "Oh man. I shouldn't be laughing so hard."

She shook her head. "Naw, Irish," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "You're golden. Just...a little warning next time would be good with me."

"He told me that under duress, I don't know if he wants it getting around!" Patrick said quickly.

Next time? Did she mean that she wanted there to be a next time? Because that was...weird. And also new. He cleared his throat and then he nodded. "Yeah, alright. Warning. Got it."

Famine mimed zipping her lips shut and throwing away the key. "Well anyone who hears about it won't hear it from me."

"I know that look," she said. "You're overthinking, and I probably phrased something wrong. I didn't mean a literal next time. I'm really fine where we are right now."

"No! Me- I- Me- Yes!" Patrick agreed, happy where they were as well. "I mean yes me...also. Ahem. Rainbow cake?!"

"Good," she said, punctuating the word with a nod. "And yes, I'd love some rainbow cake. I was serious about the job, too, if you ever want to come work for the restaurant."

Finally relaxing a little, Patrick laughed. "Alas I think I am destined to help my people settle in here." He cut her a slice of the cake and handed the plate over. "But it's nice to be wanted."

"Oh fine," she said, with a huge fake put-upon sigh. "But, looking at it another way, more cake for me. I'm a greedy bitch, but yummy, rainbow cake." She sliced off a piece with her fork and smiled around it. "Good stuff, man."

"You should take it home with you," he offered. "I have a cake movey thing somewhere. I had to save it from my old house, but I wanted to keep it for this exact kind of thing."