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[griffonix]

[ It's jut as well that he doesn't seem to sense something genuine in that sentiment ]

I'm just teasing you, sunshine, but if you want me to stop, I will.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He waves a hand, as if to brush off the words. He smiles wryly. ]

Did I say I minded?

I mean, I love praise, especially the unwarranted and overblown kind. I just wanna make sure you know you don't have to keep it up unless you really want to.

[griffonix]

I'm not in the habit of doing things I don't want to do.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He settles back in his chair, spreading out his hands with a bright little smile. ]

Then, hey, as long as you're doing it for you and only a little for me, then play on. I won't stop you.

[griffonix]

And that's what I like about you, Peter. You're so generous.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He grins. ]

Thank you, thank you. I try my best to be charitable, especially when it happens to benefit me the most and results in a gorgeous woman saying ridiculous things about me.

[griffonix]

You think I'm gorgeous?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ With a flat sort of look, ] Of course I think you're gorgeous. Me and the entire sighted world think you're gorgeous.

[griffonix]

I know that, but you could at least be a little more enthusiastic about it.

[ She places the lid on the skillet to let it simmer for a few, and hops up to sit on the counter next to the stove while she waits, bare feet dangling. ]

Since you didn’t get employment papers for some bizarre reason, I also wanted you to know that if you ever need time off, all you have to do is ask.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter rests both elbows on the table, chin resting in his hands long enough to say in a wondering sort of voice, ] Madigan, you’re the prettiest girl in the world.

[ But the act is short-lived, once Madigan changes the topic, and he drops one hand, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. ]

Noted and appreciated. But it’s not like I’ve got anywhere to go or anyone to go with. I’m good.

[griffonix]

Much better.

[ She tilts her head a little at his response, a slight frown on her face ] Nobody at all?

[ A stupid question, she realizes. If he had someone to go to, he would have done so instead of ending up on Charlie's doorstep again. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He snorts a little at the question – easier to take it as a joke than feeling sorry for himself or bringing the mood back down, after they’d already dragged it, kicking and screaming, into something more manageable. ]

Pretty sure every friend I’ve got lives or works here. No point in wandering much further.

[ That, and he has no idea what the fuck Maybelline is up to. The old gang clearly still held a grudge; who knows if that creep does, too? ]

[griffonix]

I guess that’s fair. I do close the place down for Christmas, though. Some of the girls go home, but most of them stay. We just kind of hang out for a week and get ready for the New Year.

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah? So what do you guys do, watch A Christmas Story or It’s A Wonderful Life and wear ugly sweaters?

[griffonix]

We have a little party, exchange gifts and that kind of thing. Beyond that, you’re free to watch or not watch as many Christmas movies as you want. I always try to squeeze in a viewing of The Muppet Christmas Carol, myself.

And come on, I look good in anything, even an ugly sweater.

[nostalgiabomb]

Right, right. [ He gestures vaguely with his free hand. ] Everything, anything, nothing – it’s all the same.

Well, I guess I’ll be sticking around for the holidays, then. Unless you want this to be a girls’ thing, in which case I’m game to holing up in my room while you all, I dunno, do your nails and talk about boys.

[griffonix]

[ She wrinkles her nose a little, but about then the kitchen timer beeps and she moves to pull the skillet from the stove and fish a couple of plates from the cabinet. ]

Of course you’re welcome to come. Charlie usually does. Jacob and his merry little band do, too.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Ah. The cop. Peter’s lips draw into a thin line for a second, something approaching distaste, but he refrains from saying or doing much else. Family ties and everything. ]

I’ll think it over. Not like I’ve got any shortage of time, right?

[griffonix]

[ She slides him a plate, taking a seat across from him with her own food ]

Jacob's not all that bad, I promise.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He offers a quick word of thanks as she passes over the plate. ]

I’ll take your word for it. [ … that sounded kind of dismissive, didn’t it? Which is why he frowns at himself and adds, ] I mean, yeah. I’m sure he’s fine.

[ yeah, that was much better. He decides relatively quickly that maybe he should stick some food in his mouth before it gets much worse. ]

[griffonix]

[ She leans her chin in her hand, casting him a flat look from across the table ] It's because he's a cop, isn't it?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He doesn’t choke on his food, but it’s a near thing. Once he’s in no danger of coughing the stuff back up, he shakes his head. ]

What? No, of course not. [ Lie. ] I just– you know. Don’t know him all that well.

[griffonix]

It's totally because he's a cop. [ Now she's grinning. Got your number, Peter. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He scowls a little, head ducked as he looks down at his plate. ]

It’s not. Really. [ Does it count as a second lie if it’s the same lie? ] What, a guy can’t have reservations about another dude he barely knows?

[griffonix]

Wow, stop. Do I look offended right now? Jacob may be family, but he's also The Man, and you're an ex-merc. It makes sense.