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[antarianmax]

-- and so Max sat down, closing his mouth, satisfied with the presentation

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[faithful_slayer]

"I've seen somebody fall in from the ceiling before, actually."

Oh look, Max, your wife just happens to be at that table. Perhaps that's why Bar put you there.

"Hello, darling."

[antarianmax]

There's the answer.

"I swear I didn't mean to," he says, innocently. "Let a man buy his wife a drink?"

[faithful_slayer]

Faith grins and kisses him.

"You don't need to get me drunk to have your way with me, you know," she teases.

[antarianmax]

"Isn't it usually your way?"

He does not say this jovially because he minds.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith laughs. "Isn't my way supposed to be your way?"

And then she's in his lap.

Which is going to make going to the bar difficult, but who cares?

[antarianmax]

There goes that plan.

"I'm quite fond of your way," he admits.

[faithful_slayer]

"I thought so."

Kissage!

I could tell by the wedding ring.

[antarianmax]

It might be a good hint to just about anyone.

There should be some kind of recognition for the fact that they manage to talk while kissing.

Maybe they can breathe through their ears, too.

[faithful_slayer]

That and the crown. And the robes. And, you know. Blue.

Maybe they can. They are, after all, quite talented.

[antarianmax]

When Max has his mouth back, he manages to say, "Isabel gets the credit for the effort. I can't do that. Though apparently little miss Ranaide, as the pages have chosen to name her, or Lyrae, or Random, or Azia, or Annabel, or for crying out loud whomever she is this week, can glamour also."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith giggles at his description of Random, kissing him again.

"That's okay. You have many other talents to make up for it."

[antarianmax]

"Like my complete inability to lose a staring contest?" he quips, focusing on her left eye specifically.

"Don't worry, I'm not Michael, your face won't melt off if I do this."

[faithful_slayer]

"Hey, I'm just impressed you choose to stare at my -eyes-."

Not that he's never stared at other bits.

[antarianmax]

He has an undivided focus for other bits later during the day, normally.

"They're pretty. Pretty, appropriate for public staring, and easier to metaphorically drown in."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith beams.

Her smile ain't bad either.

"Thank you. Yours are pretty too."

[antarianmax]

Probably there's nothing about Faith that could be called bad.

"Mine are pretty strong. Didn't need sunglasses in Las Vegas."