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 Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:16 pm
"Are you going to e..."
"Yes she is, are you an elf or a hummingbird?" Nihls chided, using his own fork to briefly trap Quinlan's to his plate, which left the elf trying to decide if he should sulk in retaliation, and risk looking as though he weren't paying attention, or to pretend he hadn't noticed the Dhampire in his rapt attention to Jasmine.
He was saved this introspection though as Nihls released the fork from imprisonment, flustered by Bella's reassuring pat. "Well...I mean. I don't mean to lecture, I just want to help if I can."
"Great cake, by the way!" Quinlan interjected, forking a piece off of Nihls barely touched cake and stuffing it in his mouth with an impish wink.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:21 pm
Bella chuckled lightly at the exchange between the two men. "Why thank you Quinlan. Now if we are all done with our cake, we can go see Jasmine's home." She stood up, pushed a stray lock of Erik's hair behind his ear, and started clearing off the table.
Jasmine giggled at the grown up's antics and leaned over to whisper to Quinlan. "I think Uncle Erik likes mother, a LOT."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:43 pm
"Mm." Quinlan noted, around his fork, in this case an emphatic agreement with Jasmine that made him fight back a wicked grin. "...sounds great!" He added, covering his complicity in the whispering as best he could.
"Ahmm." Nihls made a rather curious grumphleish sound, fumbling around for whatever was left of his vocabulary in the wake of Bella's light, warm touch, trying to convince himself that she probably thought of him, at best, in a sort of grandfatherly way. An very ugly kind of grandfatherly, old man-ish way, and by god, he wouldn't let either side of him, which found her interesting on so many levels, get the better of him... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...much. "Let me help with that..." He offered, moving to stand up, then harrumphing again in embarrassment as he realized how much that sounded like something he'd already said.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 3:44 pm
Bella smirked and nodded to the rest of the dishes. Once the table was cleared, she took Erik's arm and the small group walked through the small bit of woods that seperated Jasmine's home from hers. Mistletoe danced out in front while Jasmine babbled away with Quinlan about taking measurements, picking out fabric, picking out wood, hitting her thumb with the hammer a few times, etc. Lotus followed behind everyone, just calmly floating after his family and friends.
The small cottage was very quait. Mistletoe had planted some flowers near the door which were just starting to bloom. It had the look of a home out of a fairy tale.
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