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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 7:10 am
"That's a great idea. They're really easy, and they're cute plants, they're good ground cover in the right climate. They need a gravelly substrate, we can find some other cacti that'll do well with that too. It'll be fun." Noah gave Pey a bright, excited smile. "Do you know how to bake shortcake? That's super cool." He hesitated for a moment when she lay down, glancing at the tech in the corner, then nerved himself up and lay down too, arranging his frame a little awkwardly alongside her. It wasn't like they were doing anything else than hugging, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 1:51 pm
"I've never tried it before, but how much harder can it be from normal yellow cake?" As he settled beside her she squirmed around until she was cuddled up against his chest. "I used to make birthday cakes for Astrid. I would decorate them. Nothing amazing, but she always seemed to like them." A small hand slid down his arm until she reached his wrist, and she lifted it, moving to press her palm against his, fingers lining up, to compare sizes. His had was so much larger than her's, the tips of her fingers barely reached the last joints in his fingers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 3:53 am
"I can make a cake if I have a recipe and stuff." Noah tentatively put his arm over Peyton, trying a smile. "I made one for Liza's birthday once. Mom forgot to pick up the cake from the store and then she was working late, so there wasn't a cake for Liza's birthday and she was really pissed. So I was like, I'll do it, just turn the oven on for me, because I was like ten and I wasn't allowed to use the oven myself, I probably would've got in trouble for it anyway but Liza said she did it herself when Dad asked later, because she got a cake out of the deal and she's three years older so she was supposed to know what she was doing more." He giggled a little. "She can't cook at all. I don't know how Dad believed her." He held his hand still for the comparison, then gravely folded his hand around hers, slow and gentle.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 8:07 pm
Laying with Noah, an arm around her, their hands together, she could almost forget where they where, and why she was there. It was a wonderful break, and she didn't even realize how very much she'd needed him there until that moment. Eyes closing for just a moment, she drew a deep breath in, held it to the count of five, then let it go slowly, and with it, the rest of the tension she'd been holding onto. A delicate smile resting on her lips as she listened to him recount cake making escapades and little bits about a sister she'll never meet, but who sounded like she might be a bit of a fire cracker. She didn't open her eyes again until she felt his hand folding over her's, but only for a handful of seconds to glance up at him, smile growing. "Let's make shortcake together. We can share it with our friends." If her little plant didn't make enough fruit, they could always just go buy some. It would be easy enough to get the ingredients.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 2:06 pm
"Okay. Should I look up recipes? I bet I could find some good tips, we could totally make the best shortcake ever." Noah nestled against Pey, giving her an encouraging smile. She seemed to be more relaxed, and he didn't know why, but he liked it and he was totally on board with her being happier. "Do you think we can get whipped cream?" he asked. "I mean, I mean strawberry shortcake, you know, it's just not quite, um, for the shortcake? Do you like whipped cream?" he asked, suddenly a little anxious. Maybe she didn't, even though he had never met anyone who didn't, but if she didn't like it they could leave it out.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 9:02 pm
Peyton shifted until she could lay her cheek against Noah's chest, listening to his voice rumble through his chest, a soft yawn parting her lips before a smile took them over. "Sure." She trusted him to find a good one. "Probably have to find one of those little pans that make the cups in that special shape, also." Did those even have a name? If they did, Pey didn't know it. Mention of whip cream, and the following stammered explanation and apology, had her giggling softly, head turned so her breath was warm through the thin weave of his t-shirt. "I love whipped cream. On short cake, or pumpkin pie, or just straight from the can." She couldn't remember the last time she'd had it, it'd been way too long. "It's delicious. We should get some. Like 10 cans." A dainty hand slid over his stomach until she found the hem, and she tucked small finger beneath so she could feel the warmth of his skin. Her voice was getting softer, movements more languid. The events of the mission were catching up with her, and Noah's presence had been enough to chase away the worry, and helped her pretend they were simply laying in his bed, bunking down for a delightful afternoon nap. "You can move some of your things into my room," she offered quietly, body settling completely against him and very nearly lost in his arms. "Saved a drawer for you."
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 11:49 am
"We might have to go to a kitchen store for that," Noah said, thinking about it. "Unless someone got one and left it in the kitchen, but that's like, specialty equipment, so if someone bought one they probably keep it in their room so nobody messes it up or takes it, so we'll probably have to get one. That's not a big deal though, I looked at my bank account, I haven't spent a lot of money so there's kind of a lot in there," and he sounded rather startled by that. He'd never had this much money for himself, at least under only his name and where he could access it. It might not be a lot of wealth by most people's standards, but he felt rich. "Oh, okay, good," and he relaxed a little, then went still as her hand came to rest against his skin. It felt nice. Her voice was softening and she seemed to be drifting toward sleep, and he tentatively petted her back, gentle and soothing. The techs might end up kicking him out in a while, but until they did, he'd stay here, comfortable, comforted. "Okay."
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:46 am
"If we have to get special baking pans, we should just make a day of it, and get the plants you mentioned also." They could stay over night again, maybe do some sight seeing. A nice little vacation. It still amused her to hear the shock in her friend's voices when they mentioned their bank accounts, Her's had probably sounded just as delightfully surprised as well. Honestly, she hadn't checked it in a while, not since New York. It was probably getting up there again. As Noah settled, a hand smoothing along hr back, she drew in a deep breath. He smelled warm and safe and good, and she was fairly certain she'd fallen for him good and hard at this point, but just hadn't told him so yet. Maybe now, they were so comfortable. She opened her mouth, and her voice came out a sleepy murmur, muffled against his chest, but she was drifting, and he may or may not have understood her. The hand on his hips slipped up and the edge of her thumb moved in slow, sleepy strokes along his hip, but after a moment that slowed to a stop as her breathing began to even out. Slow and steady.
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