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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ double-checks that everything in the house is straightened and in its proper place, despite having cleaned everything earlier that morning. a few peeks up the stairs towards her brother's room is the only other movement she makes besides nudging things here and there, taking a seat on the edge of a chair when she realizes that it probably won't be very long now. is quite aware (was made aware) that her brother had tricked anthony into thinking they were going to meet at twelve instead of twelve-thirty, but still can't help but glance outside the front window every few minutes to make sure that she would be there when he arrived. ]

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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, leaning back into her seat again as she looks at him in confusion. perks up once michael sits down again before turning back to anthony, gesturing at the food. ]

Please, help yourself.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

After you?

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, you're the guest. Please, go ahead!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ eyes michael briefly, then takes (what he thinks to be) an average amount of food to put on his plate. noming down on a bite shortly afterward, he gives anne a thumbs-up. ]

Much better than tacos.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ brightens at his words, relaxing. ]

Really? I'm so glad!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You had doubts?

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Mm. Since my cooking is different.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

No grease doesn't mean it's bad. It's still good.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ another smile slowly tugs at her lips, inclining her head a little in thanks. ]

Then... please cook with me again someday.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Okay. As long as I get to help more than the pasta.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

That can be arranged. Do you like to bake?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It's okay. I don't bake very often.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Then we should try making something! Cupcakes? Pie?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Let's make pie.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Of course. What kind of pie do you like, Anthony?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'm not picky. What about you?

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Mm... cherry pie, I think.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

We can start with that.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ gives an enthusiastic noise of confirmation, obviously pleased with this. after giving a glance to michael (who is pointedly eating his food without any chatter involved) she gets to her own food, munching on everything slowly. ]