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Darcy widened her eyes, blinking at him as innocently as she possibly could. “Isn’t the fact that you’re totally obsessed with me and you love me and you trust me enough?” she asked him, jutting her lower lip out in a pout. They were her usual tactics – the ‘sweet’ face, the pretend-wounds, the teasing – but they were old faithfuls and she didn’t plan to stop now. “But fiiiine, the delivery man can come to the door instead of us going to pick it up and saving ten dollars on tip and delivery fees,” she japed, wondering if she could appeal to his practical side and make his hatred of capitalism win out over his fear of embarrassment. “But also, I’m happy to look silly, so hit me with your worst! Whatever you say to me, you can’t scare me.”
Victory’s brow furrowed - he hadn’t considered saving on the delivery fee. Odd for him, since he usually tried to save a penny where he could. Darcy was officially too distracting if she kept him from thinking about important subjects such as that and making her look silly instead of, well, like his dream girl was a suitable treatment to the situation, wasn’t it? “I want to go with the embarrassing you and going out in public option now, damn it, I really do, but I don’t know if you noticed, looking silly is not what I’m best at.” He bit his lip and considered, shrugging helplessly as he suggested the first thing that came to mind. “Giant baby. We need to transform you into a giant baby.” He paused for the slightest of seconds before getting up and slapping his hands together. “Come on, chop chop. I’m hungry and we can’t go out until our makeovers are complete.”











