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If I started listing all the things the evil grandma does to drive me up the wall I'd probably come across as petty and childish and paranoid. Because they are just little things. Little jellyfishy things. Or little dumb things. Or little frustrating things. But they all accumulate into one giant ball of--
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"I do indeed," Danny replies. "And hey, I'd like to thank you, personally, for making said company possible. If you hadn't gotten yourself thrown in the slammer and I hadn't gotten promoted as a result, and you hadn't insisted I keep the pay raise after you came back and arm-wrestled me into working for you again--"
"You said you wanted to!" Steve protest, and since he's still got water in his eyelashes it's really not fair that he's pulling that look right now.
"-- thus allowing me to get a better apartment," Danny continues, because he might as well just ignore the fucker, "And thus prompting my grandmother to decide that it was high time she come and see if I'm eating right and getting enough fresh air. So thank you, Steven, thanks from the bottom of my heart."
"Who are you talking to out there?" Nana shouts, and Danny realizes there's been an ominous silence for the past couple of minutes. He closes his eyes and prays for a freak lightning strike to take them all out right now.
"Nobody, Nana," he tries, but Gracie's got world's better hearing than Nana and she squeals, "It's Steve!" and the next thing Danny knows Grace is tearing out into the living room and launching herself like a grenade at Steve, who laughs and catches her. She latches her arms around his neck as he straightens up, telling him about the zoo they went to this weekend and the poi she made for Danny and Nana tonight.
"It tasted like snotty potatoes," Nana declares from the doorway of Grace's room, and Jesus, this is really going to happen. With Danny's luck Nana's going to take the same kind of shine to Steve that she took to Rachel, and Danny will spend the entire week trying to prevent World War Three.
Steve puts Grace down gently and comes forward, extending his hand. "It's an honor, ma'am. I'm Commander Steve McGarrett, I work with your grandson."
Nana peers at his hand for a moment. "Commander, like that's supposed to impress me?"
"Oh my God," Danny sighs, and Grace tugs at his arm.
"I can get you a beer," she says solemnly. "I figured out how to open the bottles at camp."
"You learned -- you know what, no, I'm not touching that. A beer would be great, honey," Danny says, and she dashes into the kitchen.
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*clutches pillow to chest* OH BB OH. I got dragged off to dinner and came back to THIS. I CAN'T EVEN. I LOVE YOU.
*LE CHINHANDS*
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