Giles had opened the fridge, her back to Eric as he entered. Her eyes scanned the many options, and rolled at his words. Leaning in, she grabbed a couple of vanilla pudding cups, and mindlessly began to pull out a random meal.
With a sigh, she faced Eric and put the desert on the white marble counter.
“Ok, I’m mad,” she agreed, waving one hand in frustration. She slid them both into her back jean pocket, and shut the fridge door with a kick.
“I thought I was pretty clear. Why are men so dense, and thick-headed?” she mimicked. Giles crossed her arms, frowning up to the ceiling.
“Wasn’t it you who said you wouldn’t say no to going out for food or drinks with me?” Returning her squint to Eric, Giles shook her head. “What’s that, if not a date?”
Her eyes darted to the clock behind Eric, widening a bit as she realized her parents were due home. Turning, Giles grabbed one of the pudding cups and extended it to Eric.
“So? Date, or crappy desert?”
There it was. She was mad. Of course she was, though he didn’t quite understand why. He hadn’t given her a real reason to be, had he?
The thief frowned as he watched her, his gaze dropping to the cup she was offering him, then back up to meet Giles’ gaze. So this was what it all was about. She was calling it a date - he just called it ‘going out’.
“Uh…well…date.” Was there a need to discuss this and risk another fit of hers? Even if he wanted to make sure that this wasn’t a date, because in his eyes a date was something entirely different.
“Look…men are…well, ye gotta give us a bit more hints, okay? We’re not the smartest species, and ye lasses are quoite confusing, too. So when those two worlds collide, it’s…well, it ends in disasters and misunderstandings. A’righ’?”
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