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Who: Piper Addison & Lewis Carroll
What: Coffee times!
When: Thursday evening
Where: Their apartment, then some coffee place


Piper had pretty much abandoned her paper once she'd written the two pages she'd told herself she would. Once those were done, she hightailed it into the kitchen. Rummaging in the fridge and cupboards, she found everything she needed to make the skillet tuna casserole she'd found online, and set to chopping and mixing and stirring. Cooking relaxed her, and she fell into the familiar rhythm rather quickly.

She heard movements in the living room and called out, "Charles, is that you?"

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"Why yes it is me!" he said cheerfully, rounding the corner to head into the kitchen to join her. He had been out all day perusing a few flea markets and he was glad to be home.

"What are you making, it smells amazing!"

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She waved at him with her spoon. "Well good, and it's called skillet tuna casserole. I was just about to put it in the oven. I felt the need to cook, because apparently, my paper will not magically write itself. No matter how long I stare at my laptop."

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"I hear they haven't invented that technology yet," he said, his tone lamenting. He moved over to sit on the kitchen counter, well enough out of the way that he wouldn't ruin anything.

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"Yes, well, when they do, I'm selling a kidney and buying some for myself," she said, sprinkling some cheese onto the skillet and sliding the whole thing into the oven. "This only bakes for about 8 minutes, so that's nice. I can sit til then."

She slid into a chair. "Any luck at the flea markets?" she asked.

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Charles watched the food go into the oven with interest and he hoped he got some when it was ready. He didn't voice that, however.

"I found a few pieces. A beautiful grandfather clock with finger bones for for dial. It's being delivered on Monday."

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The timer ticked down, and Piper pulled out plates and glasses. "Would you like some?" she asked. "If I ate it all, you'd have to roll me out of here."

"Ooh, really?" she asked. "That one I'll have to see, it sounds lovely."

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Charles jumped up eagerly at that. "Yes please, I'm starved." He had gotten something before the flea market but it had only been a small muffin. And the casserole really did smell fantastic.

"The clock is gorgeous, you'll love it. I'm an inch away from buying it myself."

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The timer dinged, and Piper grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the skillet out. The sauce was bubbling and the top was golden brown, so she pronounced it done and set it down on a second potholder. She fished a serving spoon out of the drawer and stuck it in the skillet, leaving the whole thing for a moment while she filled some water glasses.

She smiled. "Well then, tuck in, there's plenty," she told him, setting down plates.

"Don't say that, I haven't even seen it and I'm an inch away from enabling you," she said with a laugh.

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Charles chuckled as he dished himself up some of the food. He took a small bite and grinned. "Delicious. You're quite good at this though, as a teacher, I believe I am supposed to encourage you to study instead of making delicious dinner. I am going to ignore my responsibilities."

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Piper held a finger to her lips. "Yes, good, shh. We don't talk about responsibilities. At least not for another hour or so. Cooking is my way to relax, helps me unwind. And thank you, I'm glad you like it."

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He laughed and kept mum about responsibilities as she asked. "If you still want to avoid things, I could take you out for coffee after dinner. I believe I owe you a coffee date."

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"That sounds wonderful," she said, twirling some noodles onto her fork. "I'd really like that, thank you. I'm sure I'll finish it when we get back, but just staring at a cursor really wasn't helping."

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"No, it usually doesn't," Charles mused. "Writer's block is a bitch. I'll be as distracting as I can."

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"And you can be quite good at that, so I have high hopes for this evening," Piper said, finishing off a few slices of mushroom. "I wonder if it's worse because I know the subject so well." She shrugged. "Anyway. Tell me more about the flea markets?"

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"It could be. We could talk about it if you wanted, though that isn't very distractionary."

He watched her, loving the way her lips moved when she smiled. Dangerous thoughts.

"Heh, uhm...found a lot of medical equipment as always. A few antique toys which people always love."

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"Ack, no, you're right," she said, waving one hand. "I came out here to stop thinking about school. Distractions are always better."

"We could probably outfit an entire 19th-century hospital," Piper agreed. "What sorts of toys?"

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Distractions he could offer and if he was honest with himself, he could use some as well. He couldn't stop thinking about kissing Piper.

"A few dolls, which continue to terrify me. There's a great train set which people will pay an incredible amount for. Oh, I found the creepiest rocking horse (http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39874000/jpg/_39874699_rockinghorse300200_bbc.jpg). It is going to be the stuff of some poor child's nightmares."

Holy crap, that horse D:

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The kiss had been on her mind, too, ever since it happened, but things were good now, and she didn't want to push it. She liked where she was in her life, and didn't want to upset that or make him feel uncomfortable.

"Remind me to never let you watch the Chucky movies," she told him. "Creepy, murderous dolls. No thank you. And I pity the poor child who ends up with that horse, poor thing will have nightmares for years, it sounds like."

I KNOW WTF!?

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Charles chuckled as she warned him off terrifying movies. "Warning noted, I would like to avoid terrifying dolls. And yes, the horse is horrible. I sort of love it."

IT'S SO CREEPY, OMG

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"Then no Chucky, ever," she said with a decisive nod. "And I don't know if you watch that show, Supernatural, but there's one episode chock full of creepy dolls."

She laughed. "That figures," she said, picking up her now empty plate and carrying it over to the sink. "Are you finished?" she asked. "No worries if not."

The back room of his shop has tons of stuff like that omg

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"I haven't seen it, though I'll keep it in mind in case," Charles smiled at her.

"All finished. Is the cafe on the corner good enough?"

This place needs to exist in rl

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She took his plate and rinsed it off, then placed it in the dishwasher. "That sounds perfect, let me just get my coat." She dashed to her room and pulled it on, coming back into the kitchen. "All set."

http://morbidanatomy.blogspot.co.nz/2007/10/obscura-antiques-and-oddities-nyc.html :D

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Charles got up and pulled on his coat as well. When Piper came back, he held out his hand for her with a wide smile.

Ho damn, that's awesome! :D

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Piper took his hand with a smile of her own. It was nice, getting out of the apartment for a while that wasn't going to school or work. "Shall we?" she asked.

I love it!

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"We shall!" Hand in hand they walked out of the apartment and headed towards the cafe. As they made their way there, Charles figured he should breech the subject of how much he wanted to kiss her again.

"I...I've been thinking of the kiss we had," he admitted. "A lot, actually."

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That made her heart flutter a little, because she had been thinking about it, too. "Yeah?" she asked, lightly squeezing his hand.

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"It was nice. And then you listened to my past and didn't run away," he was so grateful for that. "Have...you been thinking about it?"

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"It was," she agreed. "And it would have been poor repayment of your honesty to run away."

"Yeah, I have been," she admitted softly. "Like I said before, I don't regret it."

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Charles was glad to know she didn't regret it. "I have been...considering doing it again," he admitted. "Only less...sudden this time."

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"Then you should," she said, perhaps a bit impulsively. But fuck it, she was only human, and she liked Charles. "I mean. If you want."

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He did want. Awkwardly, he leaned in and kissed her lightly before pulling away to smile at her. "I really think you're beautiful."