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there's wind and smiles and pastry too;

[ageoftheg33k]

[When Hardison answers the door, he's half in coveralls splattered with paint and the goggles perched on the top of his head aren't much better. He meets Angela with a grin, and puts his hand to his chest.]

Oooh. Sugar fix!

[He opens the door wider and reaches forward to take two of the plates off of her hands.] Sorry about the paint and the gadgets, just, watch out for screws and stuff.

there's wind and smiles and pastry too;

[ageoftheg33k]

Sweets from the sweet. I'm already on that fast track, no point in trying to stop it now.

[He still tugs at it a bit before giving in and deciding he'll swipe a bite once they're armed with spoons at the breakfast bar.]

Damn, don't be greedy.

[She may follow him inside, toward the little bar separating the main room from the kitchen. He places his plates on the counter and assembles two glasses of milk and a couple of spoons.]

there's wind and smiles and pastry too;

[ageoftheg33k]

Mhmm, even if you have to run an extra mile, it's always worth it.

[He grins and shrugs before pulling out a stool for her and then perching on the one across from it. Hardison's response is a half-truth only in that he doesn't lie about not improving his home.]

I like to destroy and rebuild better.

there's wind and smiles and pastry too;

[ageoftheg33k]

[Hardison immediately takes a chance to get a piece of her cake from her plate, reaching over the others to sweep in.]

At first, yeah. But only for the phoenix effect. [Very proud of his skills okay.] You should do that. I'll even charge you half price.

there's wind and smiles and pastry too;

[ageoftheg33k]

[He yelps in fake pain and shakes it like it burns, the drama queen. Then he wisely sticks to his own plate.]

You-- I'm cutting you a great deal, here! Fine, okay down to 25 percent.

[And his behavior only last so long as he snatches forward at the plate this time, attempting to bring it close and get a taste.]

there's wind and smiles and pastry too;

[ageoftheg33k]

Yeah, you could. Won't be as good as my job, but hey, it's free at least.

[He leans forward to take a bite, trying very hard to make sure it doesn't hit him in the chin and failing. Second try, though, it goes right in and he's playing it off like he's the shit.]

It ain't gonna be digging a hole, but you can get yourself a lawn chair and some lemonade.

there's wind and smiles and pastry too;

[ageoftheg33k]

[Hardison is left something akin to speechless and gaping not unlike a fish. Give him just a moment to catch up, here.]

I, uh. I can-- yeah. Shirtless, yeah.

[He swallows and nods, slowly getting back to normal thinking speed.]

Best cake I've had in a long time.

there's wind and smiles and pastry too;

[ageoftheg33k]

Well, you'd have to hire me and find out. [Okay, back with it now. And smirking, even!]

Not to mention the danger factor. Cake from the sky; who knows what's in it?

[He flails, and moves to catch her unsuccessfully. Retaliation? Hardison scoops up some frosting on his finger and swipes toward her nose with it.]