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"Why, thank you! You say the sweetest things." Somehow she managed to bite back her giggle at his phrasing. "I'm so glad you don't think of me as a raging b***h. Not going to lie but that would break my heart."

She reflected on the truth of that with very little surprise. Brian was one of her best friends in this new world. It would hurt a lot if he changed his mind about her. She snuggled a bit more into his side.

"Why does he harass you?"

"Oooohhh. Dads do things like that. Well, most dads." She shrugged and his arm over her shoulders moved with the gesture. "My dad isn't very good at it unless he's working. Mom and I can almost always tell what he's thinking and feeling." She laughed. "But, call me over-confident, I think I can get an idea of most people pretty well. Poker faces are only so good and there are always tells."

She did not feel that she needed to say outright that Brian's face, while wonderfully controlled a lot of the time, had begun to reveal all sorts of things to her. It did not help that the rest of his body insisted on giving clues as well. She smiled to herself and absently snuggled further into his side.

Misha considered his question in silence for a moment, reviewing the checklist in her head about the party. Some of what she needed would have to be picked up with a vehicle but she figured that, between the two of them, they could manage some supplies. Light decorations, mostly. "I guess you're right," she admitted. "You can only carry so much. Prytaneum provides almost everything we need, though."

She smirked suddenly. "Except for costumes. Do you have any requests?" She did not specify if she meant requests on things for her to wear or requests in the direction of his own costume.

"Both," she answered cheerfully. "I'm not going to be a bully, you know, so you get final decision in your own costume." She giggled, tugging their tangled hands over so she could brush a gentle kiss over his knuckles. "And just to prove how fair I am, you really can make suggestions for me, too. I won't promise to wear them but I trust you to pick something interesting and attractive."

Misha actually looked more than a little horrified as Brian expounded on his desire to remain... PG-13. Then she blinked at him and shook her head firmly. "That is just really damn tacky," she said firmly. "Like, hugely tacky. Even worse than Sexy Big Bird."

She caught the look of disbelief on his face and giggled, rolling her eyes. "I'm serious. I've seen it for sale on the internet. For the record, no. I was not planning on being Sexy Anything."

"Weeeellll..." She drew it out until he nearly squirmed. Then Misha giggled again and turned her head to brush a reassuring kiss over his fingers tangled with hers. "I'm flexible. I'm guessing Tarzan is out because of the whole shirtless thing. Do you want to be a real character or more like a archetype?"

Misha joined his laugh but still stuck her tongue out at him. "You are not allowed to be a cop or a soldier. That's being lazy and neither of us are lazy people. Also, I'm thinking of taking offense at the fact that you seem concerned I would send you out in public without pants. Shirt, maybe, but never if you said no." She gave him a little bump with her hip. "Give a girl some credit for liking you and caring about your feelings."

Which she did. She really did. Thinking back on it, she had since the Alps when she had found him after the avalanche to hug away his sadness and frustration.