Planets All Align (2/? - Credit Where Credit's Due: "Mercury Rising")
Veronica Mars: Planets All Align
1/? - Pilot: "Ours Will Still Be Hot"
"You'll stay for dinner Veronica, no?" Letti asks. Before Veronica can answer, she pops her head back inside. Weevil laughs.
"Good luck sayin' no to Grams," he warns. Veronica smiles nervously and lets him lead her inside, his large palm rough and warm at the small of her back. It really comes as no surprise that she likes to be in control - and here, on Weevil's turf, she feels horribly off-balance. The scents are unfamiliar, the language is different, and the badass PCHers are lounging around the living room playing video games and horsing around with brothers and cousins. Even Weevil seems different...softer. As she's herded to the table, he stops to take a heavy bowl from Letti's hands and delivers it to the table for her.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Veronica asks anxiously.
"Oh no, of course not. You're our guest!" Letti insists, turning back to her stovetop full of pots. But Weevil watches her small white fingers fidget with the silverware and knows that she's hardly going to be satisfied with sitting idly by.
"Here," he instructs, setting a pan of dough on the table in front of her. "Start making rolls." He takes the seat next to her and sprinkles their workspace with flour from a ceramic canister. Seeing him in domestic mode is fascinating...and a little amusing. But she stifles her laughter and watches his long fingers shape the dough into perfectly-formed spheres. "C'mon, Mars, start earning your keep," he teases.
They work in silence, fingers occasionally brushing as they reach for the dough at the same time. Hector passes by and makes a predictable joke about balls, a small girl and boy that Weevil introduces as Angel and Lulu almost knock the table over thanks to a rambunctious game of tag, and Weevil keeps sneaking tastes of the raw dough, getting popped on the head by Letti when he's caught. By the time they manage to fill a whole tray Veronica feels like they just completed one of Hercules' twelve labors. Still, she likes the commotion. Being an only child, the novelty of a peaceful house has long-since worn off.
"These look perfect!" Letti exclaims. Weevil grins as she opens the door to slide the finished tray into the oven.
"We make a good team, huh V?" he says, holding up a hand. Laughing, she completes the high-five, and prays that the Navarros attribute the redness in her cheeks to the heat from the open oven door.
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1/? - Pilot: "Ours Will Still Be Hot"
"You'll stay for dinner Veronica, no?" Letti asks. Before Veronica can answer, she pops her head back inside. Weevil laughs.
"Good luck sayin' no to Grams," he warns. Veronica smiles nervously and lets him lead her inside, his large palm rough and warm at the small of her back. It really comes as no surprise that she likes to be in control - and here, on Weevil's turf, she feels horribly off-balance. The scents are unfamiliar, the language is different, and the badass PCHers are lounging around the living room playing video games and horsing around with brothers and cousins. Even Weevil seems different...softer. As she's herded to the table, he stops to take a heavy bowl from Letti's hands and delivers it to the table for her.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Veronica asks anxiously.
"Oh no, of course not. You're our guest!" Letti insists, turning back to her stovetop full of pots. But Weevil watches her small white fingers fidget with the silverware and knows that she's hardly going to be satisfied with sitting idly by.
"Here," he instructs, setting a pan of dough on the table in front of her. "Start making rolls." He takes the seat next to her and sprinkles their workspace with flour from a ceramic canister. Seeing him in domestic mode is fascinating...and a little amusing. But she stifles her laughter and watches his long fingers shape the dough into perfectly-formed spheres. "C'mon, Mars, start earning your keep," he teases.
They work in silence, fingers occasionally brushing as they reach for the dough at the same time. Hector passes by and makes a predictable joke about balls, a small girl and boy that Weevil introduces as Angel and Lulu almost knock the table over thanks to a rambunctious game of tag, and Weevil keeps sneaking tastes of the raw dough, getting popped on the head by Letti when he's caught. By the time they manage to fill a whole tray Veronica feels like they just completed one of Hercules' twelve labors. Still, she likes the commotion. Being an only child, the novelty of a peaceful house has long-since worn off.
"These look perfect!" Letti exclaims. Weevil grins as she opens the door to slide the finished tray into the oven.
"We make a good team, huh V?" he says, holding up a hand. Laughing, she completes the high-five, and prays that the Navarros attribute the redness in her cheeks to the heat from the open oven door.
Next