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[alwayskayaking]

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[notnotsasha]

Her foot jerks slightly at the bite. "Well, one of us is going to have to move to order to prevent cannibalism." She sighs a bit wistfully. "And since you took my bags when I walked in the door and I'm nowhere near my phone, I suppose that means you."

[alwayskayaking]

"I suppose so." He says with a bit of a groan. "What do you feel like tonight? Indian? Italian?"

[notnotsasha]

"I could really go for some tortellini and meatballs." Saucy. Cheesy. Creamy. Give it to her, please.

"Though, if you're not up for Italian? We can do something else." And eventually let the conversation slide back to that whole texting situation, but only after dinner.

[alwayskayaking]

"I'm only alright with Italian so long as we get plenty of garlic bread." He gets up to sit down on the couch next to her. Leaning in to give her a quick kiss. "Shall I order us dinner and you can take some time freshening up while it gets here?"

[notnotsasha]

"If by 'freshening up' you mean 'put on pyjamas and take this makeup off, then I'm all about this plan." She laughs, sitting herself up with some brief hesitation to pull herself up and off the couch to do those things. "And if you didn't order garlic bread, I'd be sorely disappointed in you."

[alwayskayaking]

"That is exactly what I mean." He gives her a cheek a quick kiss as she sits up. "Go ahead. I'll call in the food."

As she gets into the shower she'll hear him speaking in the kitchen. Putting in their order with EXTRA garlic bread. He will then find himself a book to read while waiting for their food to be delivered.