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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dora really wasn't sure what to expect. She could honestly say that no man had ever made her dinner -- at least, not one she was kind of sort of maybe dating. She really had no clue where she stood, which was probably why she'd been quietly freaking out ever since he'd invited her. It had been unexpected -- a very pleasant thing, mind you, but unexpected.

She'd gone with the red pantsuits that Mils had gotten for her, thinking it was casual enough to pass for a dinner in while still being sexy. She had dithered and went ahead and put on a charm to erase the scars and her Mark, though he'd already seen most of her bare back and the multiple scars on it.

Okay, and maybe she wanted him to find her attractive, but that was all the adjustments she did. Everything else, except maybe the one matching red streak she'd indulged in in her hair, was real. She would admit, ever since he kissed her, she'd been thinking about it a lot. It had been the best surprise she'd had in so long.

She took one more deep breath from the bathroom where she'd been washing her hands and went back in, propping her hip against the counter and smiling at him. "I'm tempted to offer to help, but I'll be honest -- I'm not quite useless but close to it in the kitchen," she admitted.