Magic Box, Thursday, 12/2

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Tara had enjoyed walking to work in the light, drifting mist of snow.

It was only when she unlocked the shop and noticed the "snow" on her jacket wasn't melting that she tasted some and figured out it was powdered sugar.

She knew the shop floor was going to be all sticky by the end of the day from people tracking sugar in. But at least it looked pretty. She brushed the sugar stuck to her into a trash can and went about her day.

[OOC: Open shop, OCD is out making a sugar angel.]

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It was just Kennedy's sugar-covered luck that, after the discussion in Ethics this morning, Constance would call her and ask her if she'd been working on college applications like she was supposed to. The answer to the question had been a reluctant no, which had gotten her a nice bit of a lecture, but she was trying to brush it off.

Taking a cue from the weird weather, she'd stopped at J,GoB and picked up a couple of chocolate lava cakes to go with the spaghetti and meatballs she'd brought for lunch today.

"If everyone's not bouncing off the walls by sundown, I'm gonna be amazed," she announced.

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"Are you eating it?" Tara asked, moving to take the bags and start setting up the table for lunch. "I tasted it, but I get weird about the whole falling from the sky thing. Especially for straight sugar."

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"It was kind of hard to avoid when I was out running in it earlier," Kennedy began, then unrepentantly added, "and it wasn't so bad so I've been sampling ever since."

She might be bouncing off the walls by sundown.

"If it starts snowing actual snow, or warms up enough to rain later?" She grinned. "Things are gonna get sticky."

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"Totally," Tara agreed. "Or if anybody washes a floor? You, uh. You'd pretty much have sugar cement."

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"That could make an interesting reserves topic sometime," Kennedy mused, brushing sugar out of her hair. "Making Fandom's wacky weather work for us, if we can."

Mischievously-- maybe a little too mischievously-- she went on, "And here I was gonna offer to help you with the cleanup, but if it's grossing you out..."

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Tara tilted her head, grinning a lopsided grin. "I'm not sure I trust that look in your eyes, hon."

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"What look?" Kennedy asked, all thoroughly unbelievable innocence unless you were looking to buy a bridge. "What do you take me for, some kind of troublemaker? I mean, just 'cause being good all the time is boring doesn't mean I'm up to something."

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"And now," Tara laughed, "you definitely have to tell me more. Unless you're bored right now."

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"Why would I be--" Kennedy ducked her head and chuckled. "Smart, babe. Really smart. But can you blame me for wondering how you taste with powdered sugar?"

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"How I'd taste with" -- Tara squeaked. "Kennedy!"

It was maybe possible she was not actually as shocked as she pretended to be.

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"You've known me way too long to be surprised I'd say that," Kennedy said unrepentantly, leaning against the counter and smirking. "Plus I've known you way too long to not think you might think it'd be fun."

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"Like anything with you and food could not be fun," Tara pointed out, leaning right into Kennedy's personal space. "Even if I think part of the reason you say stuff like that is 'cause I get all shocked."

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Hello there, Tara, you could invade Kennedy's personal space any time; you just might get hugged for it, like Kennedy was trying to do now. (In her defense, that was a fairly innocent reaction, all things considered.)

"Well, I can't help it if you're just that cute when you blush," she countered. "You do realize every time you get shocked and blushy about it, it does the opposite of discourage me, right?"

...yes, this was all part of her cunning plan. Or something.

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Oh, no, not being hugged? Tara giggled and hugged back. "Yeah..." she admittec. "Which, um, doesn't mean I'm totally not-shocked for real."

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Kennedy tilted her head slightly and gave Tara a quizzical look. "It's still surprising? We have met the constant state of my libido, not to mention how I get around you, right?"

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Tara blinked and shook her head. "I said that weird," she explained. "No, I'm not surprised. Flattered, but not ... actually surprised. Does that sound arrogant?"

[OOC: Night!]

[brat_inslayage]

There was a certain irony to asking Kennedy if something sounded arrogant, not that Kennedy thought about it.

"Nah," she decided. "Sorry; I think my attention span's a little shot to hell from the sugar. Though I don't mind if you think it's flattering, since that's been one of my favorite pastimes since I met you."

[[niiiiiiiiiight!]]

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"So does that make one of my favorite pastimes being flattered?" Tara asked, nuzzling against Kennedy's cheek a little. "You're lucky my ego hasn't just exploded."

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"It hasn't?" Kennedy reached up to play with her hair, eyes drifting half shut with contentment. "Damn. Does this mean I haven't been trying hard enough?"

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"I dunno," Tara joked. "If I start believing everything you tell me I might decide I'm too good for you. It's a risk."

That would never, ever, happen, and Tara wouldn't have said it if she'd thought Kennedy would believe it at all.

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"Maybe you are," Kennedy said quietly, offhand, though not because she honestly believed that Tara would believe it. But then, that was why she kept saying things like this; if Tara wasn't going to believe it, someone had to.

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"Don't tempt me, baby," Tara scolded lightly and not sincerely as she released Kennedy. "The food smells awesome, by the way."

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"The food better be awesome," Kennedy replied, letting go reluctantly-- though that was assuaged somewhat by the prospect of eating. "Speaking of which, I need to get on ordering stuff for Bobby's birthday party, and what d'you think we should get him for a present?"

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"What does Bobby like?" Tara asked aloud, only slightly rhetorically. "Uh, this might sound kind of weird, but you know how he's -- kind of a kid sometimes? Maybe get him a toy, like one of the weird things from ThinkGeek."

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"I don't think Bobby'll ever outgrow toys," Kennedy confided. "But if he ends up with a marshmallow shooter gun like the one I got, you and Sookie might kill us for having wars in the hallways."

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"See, only if you did it in front of my room while I was trying to sleep," Tara said. "Otherwise, it'd be kind of adorable."

She thought about it some more. "Oh! What about those wee miniature trampolines?"

Because Kate and Sookie would love if Bobby had one.

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...so, naturally, Kennedy's eyes lit up at the idea.

"Best idea ever," she said gleefully as she dished out the spaghetti. "I have a total freaking genius for a girlfriend."

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Seeing Kennedy light up like that made Tara light up.

"We're going to get in so much trouble," she said, as she cut into a meatball. "But it'll be worth it."

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Which made it all the more rewarding, since Kennedy never could get enough of getting Tara to smile.

"Especially," she said with a grin, "if we get to play with it sometimes. Win all around."