[ pam's sitting by her open window in one of those big, comfy sweaters that have somehow become trendy. the sleeves are just a bit too big, and she's fiddling with one absently as she speaks. ]So um. I went to art school once. A few years ago. And I used to dream all the time about leaving Scranton and getting an apartment in the city and becoming
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You could cut off your ear like that one guy.
[Look how classy and sophisticated he is, forgetting names of legit famous painters as he mimes cutting off his ear with the tomato knife.]
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[ pam abandons both her comm and her seat by the window to go over and wraps her arms around his waist, tucking herself right under his arm. ]
What are you doing to the tomatoes?
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I was trying to tell them to cooperate and it'd be easier and I guess they just didn't.
[AKA he completely, completely failed at slicing them.]
You didn't want to eat those, did you?
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[ oh jim. it's a good thing you're pretty. ]
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We could make burgers or something. [A half-shrug because yeah those tomatoes look awful.]
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[ squeeeeeezing him before letting go and heading over to rumamge through the freezer ]
Do you want to be in charge of grilling?
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I think I can handle grilling.
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[ she hands him the package of meat and then goes looking for fixings in the lower compartments. ]
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That hurts, Beesley.
[And accepts the meat package as he moves over to the stove, turning on the griddle half of the appliance.]
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[ slowly just. putting all the fixings on teh counter and then going over to clean up the poor tomatoe. ]
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Asking way too much.
[But he's grinning from ear to ear, unable to keep a serious face in the slightest.]
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I know. I'm so demanding.
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Next you'll be asking me to match my socks.
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[ such exaggerated shock ]
I don't think I can be seen with you in public anymore.
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What will CeCe think?
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