Marcus is sitting at the kitchen table, fork in hand an pie just in front of him waiting to be eaten when he hears footsteps on the stairs. "Move faster or the pie's gonna get it, I swear."
Liam takes his mother's homemade pie very seriously. This one is pecan, fresh baked, and Liam shakes his head in exasperation as he crosses the kitchen and opens the freezer. "I can't believe you were going to eat that without ice cream, Spaz."
"Pie first, ice cream after. Do not taint the taste of the pie." As if this is some sort of religious experience. Then again, it's a mass of sugary goodness. Maybe it is getting a little spiritual for the puca.
"Bring me a spoon though." He takes a bite of the pie right out of the pie tin. "Mmm...s'good."
As long as Liam gets both pie and ice cream, he's willing to eat them separately. Snagging two spoons and the ice cream, he returns to the table and picks up the fork already there. The nut-and-sugar aroma wafts into his face as he forks up a bit that's actually more than five bites and crams it into his mouth. "Mmmmmmph." So refined.
"Wow, pig." Marcus breaks off and eats part of the crust. "And Chuck finds you attractive when you do that?" Aha, maybe the boy has ulterior motives for wanting company. He could have sat here and eaten the entire pie himself.
"Want milk?" Marcus does and he gets up to grab the carton from the fridge and a a couple of glasses only because should Laine happen to come downstairs, she'd kill him for drinking from the container. Again.
Liam does at least have enough class to finish chewing and swallow before speaking. "Yeah, thanks." He pours himself a glass as soon as Marcus has his and takes a swallow.
"Obviously," he replies, waving his fork for emphasis. "I don't eat like this in front of Chuck." Fork back in pie, another huge bite skewered, shove. Bliss.
"Afraid she might realize you're inhuman after all?" He's joking, his tone makes that clear. Something he'd say even if they weren't part fey. And just to be on an even keel with his cousin, Marcus takes a huge bite himself, though it takes a bit of chewing and careful chipmunk cheek action to keep him from choking.
Competitive? Haha. Only where Liam is concerned, really.
"Can I'sk you somethin' 'bout Rina?" He does talk with food in his face. Classy.
"Nope." Liam smirks. "Just vivid memories of all the times she got on your case for your table manners." The times he was present for, anyway. He takes a more moderate bite this time. It is amazing pie and deserves a certain amount of respect.
The Montana boy's chewing doesn't pause as he listens to Marcus' question, but his eyebrows raise a little. Rina, huh? For one mischievous moment, he's tempted to wind the Spaz up, get him back a little for all the chaff he's fed Liam about Chuck. Buuuuuuuut ... no.
Or at least not right now.
Another swallow of milk to wash down the nutty bite of heaven. "Sure, cuz. What do you want to know?" And the fork's back in action. He can't get behind after all.
Marcus uses his own utensil to force Liam's out of the way. My pie, fool. As they squabble over the single bite in a plate full of pie, Marcus shrugs a shoulder, "She's not seeing anyone, is she?"
He's often wondered why the pretty girl never seemed to have a boyfriend whenever he was in Montana. If he lived here, there's no way he'd not badger the girl to go out with him and him alone.
After a brief bout of fork-wrestling, they each manage to snag forkfuls that were of course the bites they originally wanted. Chew, savor, swallow, more milk ... "No, Rina's not steady with anyone," Liam replies, keeping his tone casual. "She's dated some, but no one regular that I've ever heard of." And he would have heard, the way word gets around the area.
"Oh." Marcus refills his glass and then drains it in one long gulp. Mmm good. Then, just to prove that he's a boy, he hits himself square int eh chest with a curled fist until he dislodges a belch. And he does not say 'excuse me' since there is no Chuck or Laine or Cait around to glare at him.
"So...you think she'd go out with me if I asked her to?" Something above and beyond making out in a tent or in front of a bonfire. An actual date of some sort, not that he has any grand plans considering they are in the middle of podunk nowhere according to his big city senses.
Liam once again contemplates jerking Marcus around, but the look on his face is ... well, it's almost cute in its own weird, Spaztastic way. Marcus displaying uncertainty about a girl, especially one who's already showing some interest in him, is a rare enough event that it should be appreciated. Kinda like the pie. Nom.
So he gives a straight-up answer. "I'd be really surprised if she turned you down, man. She hasn't been as shy with you as she usually is around guys."
And if Marcus knew what his cousin was thinking, Liam might end up with a fork stuck in the back of his hand, not to mention a verbally defensive redhead ranting at him. He's uncertain because he likes Rina and he wants her to genuinely like him in return--something he so rarely trusts of most people. They don't like him for him, they like him for this bizarre quasi-public person who has a rock star for a father and it sucks.
But...pie. And he shoves another bite into his mouth, " What's 'Ina got to be shy 'bout? She's...great." And pretty and has these legs that just don't quit. Plus, she laughs at his jokes and doesn't seem to mind when he goes off on a tangent about music or knitting. "She's not shy."
Because if Marcus hasn't seen it, it's not so. Obviously.
Marcus' inward caution is what makes the outward uncertainty so rare, and all the more unexpected so soon after Laura. Of course bringing her up really would earn Liam that fork stabbing, and he knows it. Going for another bite of nuts, goo and crust, he instead points out the obvious. "She's not shy around you." Obvious to him anyway
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BUT IF I DON'T GET PIE THINGS ARE GONNA KICK OFF RIGHT HERE.
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"Bring me a spoon though." He takes a bite of the pie right out of the pie tin. "Mmm...s'good."
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"Want milk?" Marcus does and he gets up to grab the carton from the fridge and a a couple of glasses only because should Laine happen to come downstairs, she'd kill him for drinking from the container. Again.
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"Obviously," he replies, waving his fork for emphasis. "I don't eat like this in front of Chuck." Fork back in pie, another huge bite skewered, shove. Bliss.
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Competitive? Haha. Only where Liam is concerned, really.
"Can I'sk you somethin' 'bout Rina?" He does talk with food in his face. Classy.
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The Montana boy's chewing doesn't pause as he listens to Marcus' question, but his eyebrows raise a little. Rina, huh? For one mischievous moment, he's tempted to wind the Spaz up, get him back a little for all the chaff he's fed Liam about Chuck. Buuuuuuuut ... no.
Or at least not right now.
Another swallow of milk to wash down the nutty bite of heaven. "Sure, cuz. What do you want to know?" And the fork's back in action. He can't get behind after all.
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He's often wondered why the pretty girl never seemed to have a boyfriend whenever he was in Montana. If he lived here, there's no way he'd not badger the girl to go out with him and him alone.
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Mmmm. More pie.
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"So...you think she'd go out with me if I asked her to?" Something above and beyond making out in a tent or in front of a bonfire. An actual date of some sort, not that he has any grand plans considering they are in the middle of podunk nowhere according to his big city senses.
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So he gives a straight-up answer. "I'd be really surprised if she turned you down, man. She hasn't been as shy with you as she usually is around guys."
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But...pie. And he shoves another bite into his mouth, " What's 'Ina got to be shy 'bout? She's...great." And pretty and has these legs that just don't quit. Plus, she laughs at his jokes and doesn't seem to mind when he goes off on a tangent about music or knitting. "She's not shy."
Because if Marcus hasn't seen it, it's not so. Obviously.
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