Here we are in our summer years, living on ice cream and chocolate kisses [private conversation]

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*Mel's really glad she can get mad again, because if she'd had to cry when she nicked herself slicing tomatoes, instead of cursing and kicking the stove, she would've been mortified. She finishes making the two sandwiches, wraps them up, and puts them in the picnic basket with the bottle of lemonade, plates, napkins, and glasses, and a smallish

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Mail arrives after a short amount of time, sporting blue jean shorts and a simple striped shirt (and sandles). He opens his mouth to speak a greeting, but obviously notes that Mel has injured herself. He exhales softly and shakes his head with a little smile.]

Honestly, Mel. When we get home, I’m never letting you near the kitchen. Let me see your hand.

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*Mel ducks her head a little, smiling at her own impatience, and removes the napkin she'd used as a makeshift bandage. She goes over to Mail and goes on tiptoe to very gently kiss his cheek where Mihael slapped him, then holds up her hand.*

I'll learn! You look cute.

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Until then, I'm keeping you away from fire and sharp pointy objects. And thank you. You look gorgeous as ever.

[Mail smiles and gives her a kiss in return - on the opposite cheek. When her hand is offered, he takes it and inspects the cut.]

And it looks like you didn't even clean it properly! Didn't your learn about bacteria and disease in that genius factory of yours? [His tone is obviously playful and he gently nudges her to the sink.] This will sting a little. [It's stupid to warn someone of it, but he feels it's necessary. He takes runs lukewarm water over the cut and applies a dab of antibacterial soap, rubbing it against her wound and then rinsing it when finished. After that, he dries it with a paper towel and gives the cut a little kiss.] There. All better.

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I do fine when pointy things're weapons. Just not when they're utensils. *she grins widely at the compliment*

*She laughs softly and willingly lets him take care of the cut.* I'm afraid I learned more about being in a hurry to get things done. Thanks, love. Do you need any ice or anything?