"I know, kitten, I just don't want us crashing or being pulled over, I'm obligated to say it." Aw yeah, that's another point in the awesome dad side of the scoreboard. Look at that reaction, he couldn't ask for better. It's too bad he doesn't have his phone out to take video yet, although he will once the main course is finished. Because sometimes a reaction just needs to be immortalized, like when hillbillies sing you happy birthday. Maybe the next time she misbehaves he'll put it on Youtube for her friends to see.
Christ, if he'd known last year that all Salome wanted for her birthday was to drive a little and get laid, it might have saved him a shitload of money on presents. It's like all those times in her early childhood where a cardboard box was as exciting as the thing that came in it.
Grinning, Richard reaches across the table to pat her hand. "I'm so glad you're coming to your senses about the vegetarian nonsense. That's the spirit, babydoll."
Those feet appear on either side of him and he laughs, his hand resting upon one of her ankles. "Goddamn, Salome, what could possibly have you in such a good mood?" He waggles one theatrical, teasing brow while giving her ankle an affectionate squeeze. "I mean, it's not as if you like your birthday or anything. Why, I seem to recall you saying to Delilah that you made an effort of not getting too excited about it. So what could get you behaving so adorably, hm?"
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Date: 2012-08-12 05:38 pm (UTC)Christ, if he'd known last year that all Salome wanted for her birthday was to drive a little and get laid, it might have saved him a shitload of money on presents. It's like all those times in her early childhood where a cardboard box was as exciting as the thing that came in it.
Grinning, Richard reaches across the table to pat her hand. "I'm so glad you're coming to your senses about the vegetarian nonsense. That's the spirit, babydoll."
Those feet appear on either side of him and he laughs, his hand resting upon one of her ankles. "Goddamn, Salome, what could possibly have you in such a good mood?" He waggles one theatrical, teasing brow while giving her ankle an affectionate squeeze. "I mean, it's not as if you like your birthday or anything. Why, I seem to recall you saying to Delilah that you made an effort of not getting too excited about it. So what could get you behaving so adorably, hm?"