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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

As Oliver took care of ordering the food, Melinda went to her bathroom and made quick work of divesting of her chef’s coat. She had no objections, what so ever, to playing and smearing with ganache or any of the tasty creams, crèmes and mousses she had available, she just liked it so much more when she wasn’t presented with an accidentally unfortunate smear. Using her wand, she cast a quick spell on the simple check dress – that had become her work uniform instead of the chef’s trousers – making sure that that one wasn’t hiding any unwanted surprises. A quick touch up of her make-up followed by removing bobby pins and her hair band, and she could shake her hair loose, leaving it down for the evening. For a brief moment she reconsidered her decision to not change out of the check dress, but pushed that thought aside. It was a simple dress, and yes, she had several of it, but tonight was casual and she did like the fit of it, so it stayed.

Oliver’s voice reached her just as she was running her fingers through her hair and had her stop for a moment as she chuckled. “You know…” she started to call back, then thought better of it and instead went back to the dining room, leaving her bare feet as they were. “You know you’d have me camped out at your place if you did that,” she smiled at him and went to join him on the sofa. It felt almost natural just slipping under his arm and making herself comfortable against him. “And I’d be less than thrilled with all the rain and the wind, so I’d probably end up a right sour puss who’s angry with everyone.” She smiled up at him, still happy to hear that he apparently liked the rooftop as much as she did. “Or you could just leave the rooftop where it is, keep me smiling and make my mood even better by visiting it here?”