find me here | teddy & ollie
"Oliver Watson," Teddy said once they’d closed the door behind Ollie, voice silky-serious and vaguely appalled as they turned back to him, "If you attempt to wage a war of the adjectives with me, you will lose.”
It was a joke, mostly; Teddy did smirk around the words, enough so that the dimple on their left cheek revealed itself, but they weren’t entirely kidding. Teddy could wax poetic and philosophical on Ollie’s endless charms—the glint in his eye, the soft shine to his hair, the achingly endearing way he talked about his daughter. Teddy was fully prepared to go there.
"But actually, I think you can be wonderful and I can be lovely without either one being compromised, love," Teddy shrugged, lightly tapping the tip of Ollie’s nose with their index finger, "We don’t need to make it a whole competition. Now then! Cookies! And feel free to go through my fridge and all my cabinets and everything. It’s really not awkward. We don’t keep the bodies there, so. We do, however, keep like, four different types of milk, so if you’re feeling coconut or almond or soy instead of plain old cow, you can indulge yourself."
Actually, Teddy’s fridge probably did have a lot of food that wasn’t in most people’s fridges, like flaxseed and kale and romanesco and starfruit and a whole heap of imported and often strangely colored fruits and vegetables, but they were so accustomed to those that they didn’t really think it might’ve been odd for someone else to encounter them. Everyone kept bizarre, fractal-esque green foods in their fridge, right?
But Teddy lit up like the sun when Ollie mentioned an after this, trying and failing to not look too pleased by it as they grabbed the box of cookies, somewhat-freshly-baked not by Teddy (because then the cookies would be inedible) but by the grocery-deli-bakery ‘round the corner, whose cookies had never once failed Teddy in a time of need and indulgence. “Well, I like all sweets a lot,” they said, feigning nonchalance as they arranged the cookies onto a plate, “Like, a lot, but I’m also really into cupcakes.”
Ollie had to fight very hard not to show the way his shoulders jumped up to attention. Because, bloody hell, no one that adorable should be able to launch into a voice like that in the space of seconds. Especially not since it gave him about a dozen wrong ideas all at once with only a few of them being strictly proper. He did manage to get out one of those few instead of one of the others, though, thank God. "Don't know about that, I got particularly high marks when it came to all my literature classes."
He broke out laughing when his nose was tapped, something he had only ever done to his daughter, not had done to him. It was a good distraction from thinking about that peek of a dimple that had appeared on Teddy's cheek. "Cookies are far more important than any competition, though, you're right, of course. How silly of me."
His eyebrows steadily raised as Teddy raddled off a whole laundry list of milks, though, and only got higher when he actually opened the fridge. "I thought I had an interesting fridge," he said, "but I think you win through sheer color variety alone." At least it was because of all the different produce and such, and not because of all the different mold growing. Ollie had had enough experiences with that to last him a lifetime.
It took a little while to find where the glasses were kept, but by the time Teddy turned around he was able to hide most of his smile behind the rim of said glass (filled with normal but still good cow milk). "You know--" He tilted his head to the side, smile growing slowly across his face. "--you can actually combine just about any sweet with cupcakes. So just let me know and it's yours."
