[That's all he's got in terms of a reply, because now he has forty five minutes to pull something out of his ass so far as dinner goes. It's a long way since bargain bin canned goods or five minute drive thru burgers meant to soak up some of the vodka still in his guts. He will arrive back at the house with a few handled paper bags, one of which has a rotisserie chicken. Which for Logan is kinda fine dining? Don't at him.
There are sides of macaroni salad, coleslaw, potato salad - the whole "I didn't barbecue this but I bought it from someone who did" nine yards. Even biscuits. And some booze, because he's sure they can tip back beers together better than they can clink wine glasses. Even if for some reason he feels like she'd look more natural with a glass of red in her hand. He puts it all down on the table.]
[ the kitchen is cute and all, but this is picnic food so she's going to make logan have a picnic with her. she ducks into the sitting room (she is the type to call it a sitting room) and sweeps a blanket off the back of the couch, settling it neatly on the floor in front of the couch so logan can have somewhere to lean if his back hurts. ]
In here.
[ while logan brings in the food, willa tosses the comfiest pillows on the floor as well before she moves to the record player to put on some music. logan seems to like joking about how elderly she is, so she puts on a record from the 30s, because she's funny actually. ]
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I'll be back in an hour or two
you gonna be around when I get there?
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[ she will tease him about that forever, actually. ]
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Let you have the place to yourself when you're back after all that fun
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I'll bring something
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forty five minutes sound fine?
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[That's all he's got in terms of a reply, because now he has forty five minutes to pull something out of his ass so far as dinner goes. It's a long way since bargain bin canned goods or five minute drive thru burgers meant to soak up some of the vodka still in his guts. He will arrive back at the house with a few handled paper bags, one of which has a rotisserie chicken. Which for Logan is kinda fine dining? Don't at him.
There are sides of macaroni salad, coleslaw, potato salad - the whole "I didn't barbecue this but I bought it from someone who did" nine yards. Even biscuits. And some booze, because he's sure they can tip back beers together better than they can clink wine glasses. Even if for some reason he feels like she'd look more natural with a glass of red in her hand. He puts it all down on the table.]
You want to eat in or out?
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[ the kitchen is cute and all, but this is picnic food so she's going to make logan have a picnic with her. she ducks into the sitting room (she is the type to call it a sitting room) and sweeps a blanket off the back of the couch, settling it neatly on the floor in front of the couch so logan can have somewhere to lean if his back hurts. ]
In here.
[ while logan brings in the food, willa tosses the comfiest pillows on the floor as well before she moves to the record player to put on some music. logan seems to like joking about how elderly she is, so she puts on a record from the 30s, because she's funny actually. ]