[Snow + Valentine's + the cold from hell + multiple Drs + work drama has been exhausting.]
There are things and things. She's determined to find some kind of game he likes to play that's not sitting around a table with shady types. (Nothing wrong with shady types, but she's a full sun kind of flower.) Maybe he'll like horses, or boats. Something. They'll figure it out. Maybe next season he can come with her when she's working, some of the time. Another thing to figure out.
Growing means changing, branching out. She intends to have a lush canopy.
He might not always see his whole-hearted acceptance of people as a good thing, but she'll see it that way for him when he's having trouble. Seeing the silver lining is a specialty of hers. One she's happy to share.
"Right!" She beams up at him, pleased and grateful he found words for something she's had such trouble articulating. And then a kiss, what a lucky girl she is. A rumbling little purr of contentment escapes and she's not really ashamed, but she'll resist the urge to nuzzle him like a cat while they're in public.
"Oh, right. It's this one, the orange custard." She'll help herself to a generous slice, that is of course topped with a good spoonful of whipped cream, but the first bite is offered to him. "Here. If it's not for you, we'll find you something else."
Her priority is finding what he likes, not finding that he likes what she likes. There's plenty of options, after all.
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There are things and things. She's determined to find some kind of game he likes to play that's not sitting around a table with shady types. (Nothing wrong with shady types, but she's a full sun kind of flower.) Maybe he'll like horses, or boats. Something. They'll figure it out. Maybe next season he can come with her when she's working, some of the time. Another thing to figure out.
Growing means changing, branching out. She intends to have a lush canopy.
He might not always see his whole-hearted acceptance of people as a good thing, but she'll see it that way for him when he's having trouble. Seeing the silver lining is a specialty of hers. One she's happy to share.
"Right!" She beams up at him, pleased and grateful he found words for something she's had such trouble articulating. And then a kiss, what a lucky girl she is. A rumbling little purr of contentment escapes and she's not really ashamed, but she'll resist the urge to nuzzle him like a cat while they're in public.
"Oh, right. It's this one, the orange custard." She'll help herself to a generous slice, that is of course topped with a good spoonful of whipped cream, but the first bite is offered to him. "Here. If it's not for you, we'll find you something else."
Her priority is finding what he likes, not finding that he likes what she likes. There's plenty of options, after all.