At least she hasn't gotten into veganism. That would probably drive Richard insane. Although right now he's being driven plenty insane as it is--they don't know any better? Though generally he tends to agree that most other people are stupid and don't know any better, in this context, that statement includes his own carnivorous tendencies. However, considering the date, he's willing to let it slide. For now.
"Oh, I know, I'm a brute. The source of all your life's woes." Richard laughs, his grin widening as her giggling fills the air. Those feet wiggling against the sides of his lap are as adorable as her voice. "Come on, kiddo, this is my birthday vacation, too, we need to celebrate. We could glue streamers to the car and stick balloons on the top." Haha, yeah right, like he'd do that to his baby.
She has a point, though, he's too vain to mess up his hair, so, grinning, he reaches up to smooth it back. A strand slides back out of place immediately and he flicks a glance at himself in the nearest reflective surface. "You're right. If it has to be messed up, I'd rather have you do it than a party hat."
With a crooked smile that's wicked as he is, Richard leans forward to let her feed him, sliding the bite of salad from the fork with a sly look in his eyes as he leans back. Of those strange, random little moments that feed the flames of desire seemingly senselessly, this is somehow one of them. Maybe because it's so charming, her little habit. But whatever the reason, he gives her calf an affectionate squeeze and only lifts his hand when the steaks finally come out.
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"Oh, I know, I'm a brute. The source of all your life's woes." Richard laughs, his grin widening as her giggling fills the air. Those feet wiggling against the sides of his lap are as adorable as her voice. "Come on, kiddo, this is my birthday vacation, too, we need to celebrate. We could glue streamers to the car and stick balloons on the top." Haha, yeah right, like he'd do that to his baby.
She has a point, though, he's too vain to mess up his hair, so, grinning, he reaches up to smooth it back. A strand slides back out of place immediately and he flicks a glance at himself in the nearest reflective surface. "You're right. If it has to be messed up, I'd rather have you do it than a party hat."
With a crooked smile that's wicked as he is, Richard leans forward to let her feed him, sliding the bite of salad from the fork with a sly look in his eyes as he leans back. Of those strange, random little moments that feed the flames of desire seemingly senselessly, this is somehow one of them. Maybe because it's so charming, her little habit. But whatever the reason, he gives her calf an affectionate squeeze and only lifts his hand when the steaks finally come out.