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Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (_alicia_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

I would, willingly. I would, willingly. Adrian’s words kept repeating in her mind as the room around them narrowed in until all she saw were his blue eyes. They could do it, and what was more; she could see them do it and them being perfectly happy doing so, though she would never expect him to just be at her beg and call…

And then the moment passed, and though Adrian’s eyes were still blue and his smile still made his handsome face light up, showing the side of him that she knew he only let a very few people truly see, he was also her best friend who didn’t date and appeared to have made a lifestyle out of that. “They would love that,” she smiled and put away her calendar again. “But wouldn’t that be around the time Sera’s having her baby? Wouldn’t you need to be on standby to leave for St. Thomas at a moment’s notice to see the little wonder?” Alicia pulled her bowl closer and hesitated a moment when the steam that wafted from the soup made her think of Christmas. Leaning down, she sniffed trying to suss out why that was, since Minestrone wasn’t usually a dish or even a smell she associated with Christmas, and again, it smelled odd. Not exactly bad, per se, but not Minestrone’y either. “Is that cloves?” she asked, sliding the bowl over to Adrian so he could take a sniff.