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 Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:12 pm
By this stage of the game, Ivie let her hair down (literally) and got some water boiling in the kettle. Her mobile was flipped open with one hand as she grabbed a mug from the cupboard, dumping a teabag in from the container and pouring. She almost spilt, having to chuckle a little at Nye's reply.
"Comply, eh? Sounds like a bribe to me, but you knew I'd take it. Is midday good for you? We can make lunch out of it."
Mm~ Cheesecake <3
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:17 pm
"Ah, but that's why I'm so 'clever'. That, and you're incredibly easy to bribe with sweets. Midday it is. See you tomorrow."
Nye, seeing that Lizzie was becoming annoyed with the shouting, vibrating, glowing device in his hand, shut his phone off and dumped it in his pocket before returning his full attention and his hands to his puppy. He let her bite and chew and play until she fell asleep, and he was really too tired not to follow suit.
Besides, sleep always made his mood better.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:26 pm
Ivie didn't go to bed for a while yet. She found things on TV to watch ("The Farmer wants a wife. Interesting.), made herself pasta simply because she didn't feel like an instant meal, and found out that she really should have followed a recepie for that sauce. Oh well.
The next day dawned groggily, the sun really not wanting to emerge from its cloudy bed. There were frost patterns all over the windows when Ivie awoke and she took a minute or two to watch the weak sunlight make them sparkle. Pretty <3
It was eight-thirty. Ivie hadn't quite broken her Uni sleeping timetable - read, waking up at eight-thirty every morning despite her finishing time - and she felt fully refreshed as she swung her legs out of bed. Three and a half hours until her 'appointment' with Nye. She made herself eggs (these tasted fine), took a shower and cleaned for the rest of the morning.
It was eleven-fifty am when Ivie halted outside the pre-arranged coffee-shop. She'd run to catch the earlier bus and had been rewarded for her effort: She got a seat. It was turning out to be a good day. Her arms wrapped around her middle and she leant against the wall, waiting for the bringer of cheesecake to arrive.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 10:04 pm
Nye was never one to follow that silly 'early to bed early to rise' bull. Having caught up on a decent 12 hours of sleep, Nye awoke rather early and indulged himself in some television until his puppy climbed off his chest. Nye himself rolled off the couch a short while later, and ventured into his kitchen to make himself coffee.
Once Nye's eyes were pinned open with caffeine and the fresh morning light, he traveled into the bathroom and scrubbed himself down in the shower. From there, being a guy and all, it took only moments in some people's eyes for him to throw on a few general clothing items, a spritz of cologne, and his outerwear.
Nye arrived at the meeting place, by a mixture of bus route and walking, about thirty seconds after Ivie did. He had brilliant timing. "Oh! Did I keep you waiting?" There was a medium-sized box in his hands, tied with a red ribbon and just waiting to be opened. It had the logo of a local bakery on it, so it wasn't too hard at all to guess the contents.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 10:16 pm
Ivie was blowing on her gloves to warm up her fingers when Nye arrived. She pushed herself off the wall and gave him a smile.
"Not at all, I only just got here." She replied truthfully. Her eyes slunk towards the box and the bakery symbol. "Oh, you bought a whole one? I thought we were just going inside to get a slice. Are we going to eat in the park?"
Questions, questions, questions.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 10:50 pm
Nye smiled back at her and opened the door the the cafe like a gentleman would before returning her questions with a witty and very Nye-like manner. All wit, zero offense.
"I don't know, I thought you were maybe too delicate for a whole cake so I bought half, is that okay? And maybe we should eat in here or in the park? Do you wanna choose? I hate choosing. Should I buy mocha cream or vanilla bean? Jeans or swim trunks?A belly button piercing or a saxophone?"
After the steam of questions, Nye smiled smugly. Vanilla bean, jeans, saxophone, first off. "We're gonna eat here, run about the museum, fetch Lizzie and go to the park right near my complex. Sound good to you?" For someone with such a free spirit, Nye sure had a good agenda for that day. All that was left was for him to stick to it, (un)naturally.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 12:55 am
Nye was obviously teasing her, and Ivie's pout made it quite clear that she knew it. Bully. The plan suited her though - it was probably too cold to eat outside at this time of year anyway, unless it was soup - so she left her complaints at pouting.
"I would have chosen mocha cream." She said in a mock-sulk, before perking up again. "That sounds just fine, as long as the cafe doesn't mind us bringing our own food. I guess one of us could say we had allergies, otherwise..."
The cafe didn't mind. They even provided a two spoons, plates and a knife on asking. It was a different place to their pre-Christmas meeting - this cafe was less sweets orientated and boasted a large variety of soups, sandwhiches and other savouries - and their rather peppy waiter ushered them towards the back of the store, near the fireplace and next to a small window that exposed the neat garden outside. It didn't take a genius to work out that the cafe owner lived upstairs.
The cafe was a sweet little place. It boasted a lot of woodwork - around windows, the tables, the counter - and favoured booths over tables, lined up neatly against the walls. The seats were burgandy leather. Ivie was glad they were up the back; the front of the store held the bigger booths for families, and there was a group of seven commanding the use of one of them.
"Could you imagine having so many kids?" Ivie whispered over to Nye, watching in trepidation as the youngest, still confined to a high-chair, took aim at his elder brother with a spoonful of baby-food. "Drive you mad..."
Well, she was the one that said they'd make lunch out of it. She slid the spare plates and spoons to one side of the table, already knowing what she wanted to order.
"Could I get the Quiche Laraunt and a mocha cream, please?" She asked, sending Nye a knowing grin.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:09 am
Nye heavily enjoyed the atmosphere of the cafe, and actually had picked it out specifically from his list of top five favorites. They were loose, laid-back, and no employee was ever in a bad mood when they came to work (or they were damn good actors.) Having worked there previously as a second job, Nye knew the entire menu by heart, and was able to list off his lunch choice to the waiter (who was his replacement, but the waiter didn't know that) with surprising swiftness.
"Ah, I'll just have some broccoli soup and a slice of warm bread, if that's quite alright."
Once the waiter left, Nye glanced back on the family. The elder brother was covered in a peach mixture and getting wiped down by an obviously sleep-deprived and slightly stressed out mother, complaining and whining all the while. The little boy on his "throne" was sitting here and laughing merrily, along with one of his younger sisters. Nye turned his head back to Ivie without watching any further. "I'd be driven mad by the third," he whispered back. "Either they really like kids or buy defective methods of birth control. Pick one."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:37 pm
Ivie had never worked in hospitality, nor did she ever want to if it could be helped. She wasn't a shy person, but when it came to bringing people their orders she becmae terribly nervous, worried she might spill, or bring them the wrong thing, or that the customer would just be cranky at her for some reason. It couldn't be fun, really it couldn't.
As Ivie's mocha was slid onto the table - she made sure to give the waitress a thankful smile before picking up the mug in both hands - she eyed the poor woman.
"A mixture of both. Either that or she has a controlling husband who's using the kids as a way to assert his own masculinity." The last sentances was mumbled darkly, Ivie taking refuge behind her coffee.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:11 pm
Nye smiled at the waitress as she served him his soup and then turned his attention to stirring his soup with his spoon. "My, my, that's deep, Miss Callagher."
Definitely not something he expected out of her, right there. Nye brought a spoonful of the thick soup to his mouth, blew on it gently, and consumed it hungrily. It's not like he had much for breakfast, anyways. Bagels don't quite full people up.
Once the soup had slid down his throat and warmed him up from the inside, Nye went back to stirring in an almost analytical manner. "If that's the case, the wife ought to have dumped him a long time ago, unless they both just plain wanted that many kids. If I ever end up having children, two'd be my limit. Three's pushing it."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 9:34 pm
Quiche tended to come with those little desert forks. Ivie's father once had claimed that quiche was no food for a proper man - something about it being wussy - so perhaps the use of dainty cake forks was to match the quiche's more lady-like qualities.
Perhaps they were just out of regular forks.
"Not that deep. You hear cases of it in the news sometimes, and we women tend to cling to people even if they're not any good. Well, I suppose guys do too. Oh!" She'd taken a mouthful of her quiche. "This is good! Would you like to try some?" She inched the plate over to Nye a little in offering.
"But yes, they might have just wanted lots of children. Or they could be fundamentalist Christian. Tonnes of reasons for it. As for myself, I'd say two. Enough so they won't be too spoilt, yet not so many that you can't give them attention."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:19 pm
G E E K U Nye nicked a fork from his silverware set and lopped off a teensy bit of quiche before setting it into his mouth. She was right- it was rather good. Definitely a good lunch choice. Nye set his fork down on the napkin and scoot his soup gently toward her (this was starting to become a tradition between them, even on the second outing).
"Oh? I don't really listen to the news. I think having so many kids is tough financially and on the parents, and the siblings get pissed off at each other all the time. I'm an only child, but Tim is one of eight. It's kinda hard on him sometimes."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:56 pm
Sharing food was good bonding practise in Ivie's opinion. She might be a nurse but even she knew that complete sterility wasn't needed unless you were in the hospital. It was over cleanliness that was causing all these kids to develop shocking allergies, after all. Her? She'd eatern mud pies and worms as a kid. The last time she'd been sick had been a particularly bad food poisoning case.
"Well they are giving out child support from the government for kids these days, though it's kinda stupid of them to think that it will help overall. It's not enough." Her spoon was unsheathed from its napkin holder and dunked into the brocoli soup. She blew on it a little before popping it into her mouth. "That's...much nicer than I expected, actually. Gods, imagine Christmas in one of those familes. People everywhere! Makes me glad I'm one of three..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:11 am
Nye just liked to share his food a lot. There was no particular reason for him to do it, he just liked to. With a quick scrape of plate against table, Nye had scoot his meal back to himself. "Obviously we made good food choices today," he commented as he scooped another spoonful of soup into his mouth.
"Child support also relies on the parents of divorced families, doesn't it? In some cases, or something. You're right though, it's not enough." Nye paused to sip at his soup some, and then said, "Yeah. It's hectic. Tim's family is big on... being a family, so every Christmas they have this huuuge family party, and when it was hosted at Tim's house, the whole salon basically got invited and... it was crazy. Good food though. Nothing like his Aunt Martha's home-made stuffed peppers."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:29 am
"Stuffed peppers?" Ivie blinked, torn between curiosity and fear of the word 'pepper'. "Can't say I've ever tried those. Sounds spicy..."
"That was good of him to invite you all. Still, I guess with so many people a few more would hardly matter. Still, the crush must have been crazy...Although siblings seem to get along much better once they grow up, or so they say. Must have been a relief for Tim's mum to get them all out."
The quishe was gone by this stage and Ivie pushed her plate to one side, reclaiming her mocha mug.
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