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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"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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