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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"A giant Roman bath house," he said, spreading his hand as if imagining it in front of him. "With limitless hot water, and lots and lots of wonderful tubs. With oils and bubbles and all kinds of awesome options, and fresh scrub brushes forever and EVER." Okay, so he was being silly, but it was a lot of fun and it made her laugh to boot, so he was happy. Besides, it sounded delightful to him.

Her optimism buoyed him, and he could find himself believing more when she said it than when anyone else or even he said it. "It is," he said more firmly. Even if it was a lot slower than he wanted. "But I'd been really looking forward to showing you some of the moves I learned recently, so you could learn them too." He always worried about sparring with her, for he would never want to hurt her even on accident, but sharing was good. He liked sharing.

"Never! Well now, we're going to have to change that. We need to find somewhere with the cheesiest tourist things ever so you can get the whole experience. Hmmmm."

He immediately worried that he had hurt something, and his fingers gentled even further, tracing a scar gently. He rather thought those might fade away completely in time. He snorted in amusement. "Not from the curses at all," he repeated, shaking his head slightly. He outright laughed when she made her admission. "You! You wicked thing," he teased, removing his hand when he suddenly realized his touch had lingered for a moment. "I admit, it does sound like fun, sans elbows. Elbows are dangerous, Rose. Remember this. No Elbows." He mock shook his finger at her, ending with a playful tap to the nose.

"Thanks. I think I've got it down pretty well," he said, turning back to the stove and going back to finishing the meal. It was almost done, and he took a moment to get out the plates so he could serve.