gotham_knocking | Housewarming

Housewarming

The new apartment awaits its guests. Brand new folding chairs line the walls of the dining room, and the living room is as clean as possible.

Almost everything is ready. Let the housewarming begin!

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"Ummmm." Not getting around it. "I hate it. Do we have to serve it?"

She laughs, and shakes her head.

"Well, I bought some. We can serve it, and other people can eat it, or we can let it go to waste. How about cherry tomatoes?"

"Those are the little tomatoes, right?" Here is a man who never bought sald in his life. "You just dump them on a plate? Or do you do something." Also a man who never paid attention to the crudite tables at weddings and cocktail parties.

"That's them. You should wash them, first, and then put them on the round platter thing over there, in one of the sectioned off spaces."

She arranges her celery sticks on said platter after a few moments, and then goes to the fridge to get out the cold cuts.

"Can I trust you to put the cookies on a tray without half of them disappearing?"

He makes a face at Rapunzel, and then smiles. "Yup. But once the party starts, all bets are off." He gets three boxes of mixed cookies from the counter.

"Agreed."

She wants him to have fun, after all. She grins and pats his backside as he goes.

"You might want to sit down and actually eat a meal before everyone arrives. Do you want me to make you a sandwich while I've got this turkey out?"

"That is a great idea." He smiles at her, and feels that this is so natural for both of them. It's something new and he likes it. "I remember my mother once saying that she never got to eat when we had guests. Of course, she was busy being a Jewish mother, and I think she wasn't supposed to eat."

She laughs at that, and reaches for a loaf of bread.

"I don't have a lot of experience with that sort of thing, seeing as my mother was a witch and all."

She does know how to make a nice, thick sandwich, though. She piles it high with meat, and adds lettuce and tomato.

"Mayo? Mustard?"

"Both. But use the brown mustard. I learned that from Mom, too." He pauses for a second.

"I called my parents about my nomination. They were thrilled. And Mom actually wanted to come to the dinner. Dad didn't - he likes staying in one place. So they probably aren't coming. But...

"It's been a while since I heard Mom that happy."

She smiles at him over her shoulder while she finishes his sandwich.

"Yeah? You could always take her as your date, if you wanted--or have two pretty girls, one on each arm."

She transfers the sandwich to a plate, and takes it over to him.

"Did you talk to Eliot?"

"You want to meet her?" Why does asking that question amke him feel so nervous? For heaven's sake, they're both adults. And yet...

"Thanks." He takes a bite. "Yeah, I talked to him...you know, I don't think we will ever get along that well. Not that we argued or anything, but he was so uninvolved. Like I was just another reporter he happens to know."

"Well, she should be proud. She would have to meet me if we went to the same function with you."

She doesn't know how they would pull that one off, though. Maybe say that her parents had been hippies or something, and named her after their favorite fairy tale?

"Sounds like Eliot was jealous, if you ask me. Not that I know anything about having siblings."

"Well," he says after almsot forgetting not to speak with a full mouth, "if she comes, I'll let you know." Which gets him to smile.

"Eliot...I never know with him. But I'm not sure I would say you were missing much. Then again, I know plenty of people who do have close relationships with siblings."

"We could freak him out, and send him a picture of us at the awards dinner. Make him wonder a bit."

She goes to the fridge and gets him a soda to go with the sandwich.

"Heh. I think he'd be surprised. He used to act like I couldn't get a date if my life depended on it. Of course, I was 22." A pause. "And he might have been right. But don't tell anyone I said that." He takes his soda.

"Aw...I don't believe that for a second."

She goes back to arranging cold cuts on a tray.

"At any rate, I think you're wonderful. Why don't you finish your meal and go take a shower and get ready, and I'll finish in here, and take my own turn?"

Well, that smile just gets bigger again, doesn't it?

"Thanks. But leave the cookies. And the drinks and ice." He gives her a big kiss as he heads to the shower.

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