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Post by David on Jan 4, 2012 2:01:59 GMT -5
"Anywhere. To dinner? What are you in the mood for?" He lifted a hand, brushing her hair back.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 4, 2012 2:05:18 GMT -5
She smiled. "You. And maybe some soup." she hugged him, nuzzling herself into his chest. "Maybe...we should go to dinner at your place. I wanna thank your mom for helping me. I baked her some cookies, I was actually planning on stopping by sometime today or tomorrow anyway."
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Post by David on Jan 4, 2012 2:06:04 GMT -5
He blushed. "I, uh...I actually had something else planned...just for us..." He shifted on his feet a little.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 4, 2012 2:07:45 GMT -5
Zippy blinked at him, then sighed. "All right," she kissed him on the mouth. "Just us."
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Post by David on Jan 4, 2012 2:10:00 GMT -5
"We--we don't have to. If you don't want to. We can go to my house, I guess." Except he clearly didn't want to. He didn't want to do what he had planned after having to sit around with his parents.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 4, 2012 2:14:37 GMT -5
"David," she took his hand, smiling. "It doesn't matter. Let's get some soup." she went over to collect her bag, and led the way out of the store. "It's cold out here."
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Post by David on Jan 4, 2012 2:15:34 GMT -5
He draped an around around her shoulder, holding her against him. "That help?"
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Post by Zippy on Jan 4, 2012 2:18:30 GMT -5
She laughed, nodding. "yeah, actually." she wrapped an arm around him, too, pulling herself closer. "which deli do you wanna go to?"
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Post by David on Jan 4, 2012 2:20:51 GMT -5
"Wherever you want. Brent's?" He smiled down at her, ducking down to kiss her nose.
((OMG Brent's. It's delish. My bf and I go there like once a week, hehe. Whenever I'm sick, he picks up chicken noodle soup for me, then makes fun of me for not liking matzoh balls.))
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Post by Zippy on Jan 4, 2012 2:22:31 GMT -5
Zippy nodded. "sounds great!"
((you don't like matzo balls?!!!))
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Post by David on Jan 4, 2012 2:24:47 GMT -5
((Haha, it's the texture! It weirds me out! But I'm such a baby when I'm sick, and I'll be in bed and go "Hon-ney...can you go get me Jewish Penicillin?? Oh, and pastrami on wheat!" And he goes "Clearly, you're not that sick." Hehe))
He kissed her again, walking her to the deli, opening the door to let her in and going to a booth in the corner.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 4, 2012 2:26:38 GMT -5
((I. HEART. YOU))
Zippy settled Into the booth and picked up a menu. It had been so long since she had eaten out! What a treat.
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Post by David on Jan 4, 2012 2:29:35 GMT -5
((Haha, I'm Jewish by Proxy  )) David kept sneaking glances at her over the top of his menu, his mind formulating exactly what he was going to say to her later. |
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Post by Zippy on Jan 4, 2012 2:31:32 GMT -5
When the waiter came over, zippy ordered matzo ball soup and a lox sandwich.
(( how do you feel about bagels and lox?))
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Post by David on Jan 4, 2012 2:34:02 GMT -5
((Uh. Now I want some. Because you mentioned it. Damn.))
David ordered himself a pastrami on rye with extra mustard, then reached across the table to hold her hand.
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