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I'm old.

Date: 2009-08-26 09:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gifted-hands.livejournal.com
You most certainly are not.

Should I bring anything to go with dinner? A bottle of wine perhaps?

Date: 2009-08-26 12:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] so-well-read.livejournal.com
My sister called just to tell me that. Not hi, hello, happy birthday. Nope. Just "Oooooooooold." Then she hung up.

Wine would be nice, yes.

Date: 2009-08-26 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gifted-hands.livejournal.com
Just because your sister is engaging in sibling harassment doesn't make her right, you know.

Any preferences, or shall I surprise you?

Date: 2009-08-27 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gifted-hands.livejournal.com
White it is. I'll be there within the hour.


(And indeed there is a knocking on Chantal's door before an hour is up.)

Date: 2009-08-27 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] so-well-read.livejournal.com
There's the sound of flip flops slapping against hardwood flooring on the other side of the door as the birthday girl rushes to let her friend in, "Hey, Tigger. Get in here."

Which is all the greeting he's going to get because she's running back into the kitchen and out the back door before she burned the eggplant she threw on the grill.

Date: 2009-09-02 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gifted-hands.livejournal.com
Chuckling, Tadhg follows more slowly. Sniffing appreciatively at the smells drifting in from the back yard, he detours to the kitchen to tuck the wine-- a delicious but not overly pretentious Riesling --into the refrigerator to keep chilled.

He makes one other stop before joining Chantal out back, namely to leave a prettily wrapped box containing his gift for her (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/karihan/RP%20Whossits/image-1.jpg) on her dining table.

Date: 2009-09-02 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] so-well-read.livejournal.com
"Hey, slowpoke." She greets him with a smile and a snap of her grilling tongs. "Did you get lost on the way?"

She's not serious, she had seen the bottle of wine.

"I have rolls in the oven and a nice rosemary butter to go with. Oh, and salad in the fridge. Keeping it light...until dessert." Chantal grins. There are plans for sweet, foodful debauchery in the name of celebrating.

Date: 2009-09-02 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gifted-hands.livejournal.com
"Ah, dessert." Tadhg's grin spreads from ear to ear at the mention of the word. "One of the many reasons why we get on so well."

He leans toward the grill to get a better inhalation of the eggplant smells, then gives his friend a wink. "Happy Birthday, by the by."

Date: 2009-09-02 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] so-well-read.livejournal.com
She won't touch him but Chantal will poke him in the chest with her cooking implement, the gesture just as affectionately meant as a hug or a pat on the cheek. "Thank you. Not having a family inquisition like you did, but it's not bad."

Date: 2009-09-02 10:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gifted-hands.livejournal.com
"I can stage an inquisition if you like." Such wide brown eyes, so filled with innocent eagerness to help. Or something. "Or barring that, I could pour you a glass of wine. Or do any other little tasks you might need done." And which might get dinner on the table a bit sooner. Tadhg's ulterior motives may be showing.

Date: 2009-09-02 10:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] so-well-read.livejournal.com
"I'm not answering any of your questions, forget it." Oh, look...she has big brown eyes too. And she can look nearly as innocent. "But," she draws the word out into an impossibly long one syllable word, "since you offered, yes. Wine. Please."

She is not letting him help with dinner.

Date: 2009-09-02 11:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gifted-hands.livejournal.com
The pose of innocence gives way to a chuckle and a patented MacEibhir half-bow. "Then wine you shall have, a chara. I'll be just a few minutes."

After fishing out the bottle he'd just off-loaded, Tadhg tracks down a pair of wineglasses and a corkscrew. Not that he needs to do much tracking. Chantal's home has a place for everything, and for the most part everything stays in place. He had the cork extracted and the wine poured in short order.

"Here you are, birthday girl." Back on the patio, he proffers the glass with his fingers on the bowl, leaving the stem free for Chantal to grasp without touching him.

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