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She looked at the DVD in his hand - Red - and tipped her head to one side in clear consideration. Obviously, owning the DVDs herself generally meant she had seen them already. It was just a matter of how many times she had seen them and how recently. Shifting slightly, she pressed her shoulder to his in a gesture of gentle affection.

"How about we start with something we've both seen while we wait for the pizza?" she suggested. "Then we won't miss anything when it gets here." She reached out and took Red from his hands. Then she twisted to brush a kiss over his cheek, so fleeting that he barely had time to register it before she was standing with the disc in her hands. "We can move on to some of the others afterwards."

"Technology," Misha laughed. "Can you imagine when people had to leave the house every time they wanted to see a movie?" She focused on getting the DVD started then and fell silent, not really expecting an answer. The smell and sound of popcorn drifted to her and she smiled to herself. Brian was terribly sweet. She was glad she had come through the Hearth to him for this visit. Even if she had nearly half-invited herself.

She could not possibly feel guilty about it. Not after the smiles he granted her and the slight loosening in his stance the longer she was there. If she were honest with herself, Misha had been worried about his visit home. She blamed it on his own clear unease and nerves.

Misha shook her head a bit to dismiss the thoughts. Then she found the remote, set the DVD on the title menu, and retreated to the couch. When Brian returned, he would find her, shoes off and legs tucked beneath her, curled up on his couch and looking quite at home.

Her smile lit up impossibly bright at the kiss and she twisted more to face him. She reached out with her free hand and took his, tangling their fingers together. "You're welcome. Always." She gave his hand a squeeze as her grey eyes searched his face. "Anytime at all, here I am! You poor man."

"Yum!" Misha slid to the edge of the couch and accepted a plate. As she waited for Brian to open the boxes, she added, "Thank you so much for this. It smells amazing." Once the pizzas were fully exposed, she breathed a happy little sigh and immediately reached for a slice to put on her plate. The smell was even better now!

"I can't remember the last time I had delivery. Pizza or any kind," she mused as she sat back, eerily echoing Brian's thoughts. "For some reason, Prytaneum is outside of all delivery zones. Go figure, huh?" She shot him a grin before lifting her slice and taking her first bite. "Mmmmmm."

Rolling her eyes as she was caught with a mouthful, Misha chewed quickly and swallowed. She had manners, after all. Only then did she stick out her tongue at him. "It's good, goose," she insisted. "I wasn't complaining. This tastes delicious." As if to prove her point, she took another hungry bite.

Misha laughed, completely unbothered by his teasing. Her manners were still good and there but she was simply too hungry and too comfortable with Brian to pretend she didn't have a healthy appetite. Besides that, she never was the sort of girl who went on a date and only ordered salad; Misha believed in always showing your authentic self to a potential partner. Of course, it always helped when your authentic self had confidence through the roof and a firm belief in your own charms.

She considered his question about plans, though, with more seriousness. "Not really," she finally admitted. "I've never been anywhere in Texas so I'll just put myself completely in your hands. I trust you."

"Mmhm. When I was little, we would spend at least one week every summer out in Arizona visiting my aunt and her family. Plus there were visits to both sets of grandparents." Misha looked a bit thoughtful for a moment, nibbling at her pizza again. "Unless you're talking about recently? Then, no, not so much... Though I really should. I'll be going home for Christmas, of course. If I didn't, my mom would come out to Michigan, find Prytaneum, and drag me home by my hair."

Even as she laughed at her own words, Misha's eyes dropped to her plate and she picked at a piece of sausage. She was only half-joking. Her parents were not overly pleased with her choice to move rather abruptly away from Philadelphia. Her mother asked probing, leading questions every time she called home. From what her dad said, it sounded like her mom was developing quite an interesting theory about her decision and it did not revolve around a job offer.

Misha grimaced slightly and popped the bit of sausage into her mouth. She shrugged off the moment then and smiled sweetly at Brian. "How about you? Did you go over Christmas plans with your family since you've been back?"

What she wanted to ask was "how did your parents take things about your job?" but she didn't want to press. Not while they were eating. Not unless he wanted to open up and share already.