SHOULD have been posted Pre-Christmas. Is posted Pre-New Years instead. Bad Vince! No Cookie!
Vince: Vincent is in the dining room. With a letter opener. It would be a great Clue solution, except he's only looking through old scrolls while waiting for Dinner (something, Gillian must have noticed if she's socialized at all, is the only thing that Vince let's the elf do around here, much to said Elf's chagrin.) He is sitting, absorbed in some copy of something or another, squinting at the parchment in his hand.
Gillian: It's no wonder the elf's annoyed with him. Cooking for one - now two - just isn't enough to keep a house elf occupied. Said person number two enters the dining room, and sits opposite Vincent. "Evening, Vince."
Vince: Vince looks up, nods once, and returns to his scroll. "Sleeping all right? Anything I can get the elf to do for you? Which was more or less, "get the little git out of my hair."
Gillian: "Sleeping just fine, thanks, other than the fact that Kimby seems intent on making my bed each morning, whether I'm in it or not. Bit obsessive, inne?" She lounges back in her chair, waiting for the dinner to be served. Meanwhile, she's keeping a casual-close eye on Vince. "How're you doing?"
Vince: He waves a hand off, then smirks. "Sleeping a little better, I guess you could say." Terse lil mo-fo, inne? "Why?"
Gillian: "No reason..." Squint. Yes, that's her 'I know you're full of shit' squint. Her throat is cleared. "Hm. You know, I was thinking. We should probably do the place up for Christmas, don't you think?. Since we are coming up on Christmas."
Vince: Vince thinks, blinks, and chuckles. "I hadn't thought of it, to tell the truth, Gil. I've been living alone for a month or two now..." He cocked his head. "It'd piss off the elf some, I think. After all, decorations shouldn't be left to elves. They tend to use clothing."
Gillian: She waves this off and sits forward, smiling mischievously. "Eh. We'll let him decorate the kitchen or something." Leeeeean forward. Big!grin. "It'll be fun."
Vince: Brows up, lad, brows up. She's Plotting. And it's fun to watch a Gryffindor Plot. "It just might be," he says, warming to the subject at hand. "Shall we invite carolers? Perhaps have a few friends over?" Now he's teasing, playing the patron with his tongue firmly in his cheek.
Gillian: Shhh. You may be a Gryffindor, a girl, and a teenager, but oh please don't giggle in his presence. Ahem. She crosses her arms over her chest, feigning a stern expression - not that it's very effective. "I do believe you're teasing."
Vince: More brow raising. He's become a master at it. "What gives you that idea?" It is his most teasing voice. Very few have heard it. Be honored, woman!
Gillian: "Mm. Sure, you think you're funny now... Just you wait, I'll actually invite carolers over. Come to think of it, I hear they've got a house elf group, even.. I'm sure Kimby would just love that." Heeee. You love her. Really, you do.
Vince: "You wouldn't dare."
Gillian: "Oh, wouldn't I?" A smug look is delivered his way, and she stands, "Ohhh, Kiiiiiimby." Hark, your master's annoying Gryffindor calleth.
Vince: "Sit!"
Gillian: Laughing, she does as she's told, dropping back into her seat. "Right. Sitting. Quite so."
Vince: He looked at her, smirking. "So. Decorations. Is it just me, or are you actually plotting some kind of Christmas supper or party?"
Gillian: "Well, that's at least halfway up to you. Me, I'd mainly just like it to look a little festive around here. And, oh!" Bounce-bounce-bounce. "A tree. Most definitely have to have a tree."
Vince: Hmm. Vince nodded. "OK. We'll decorate, then. Got to warn you, I'm not good at it."
Gillian: "I'm sure we'll manage just fine." Bounce-bounce-bounce! Gillian? Happy about the whole 'decorating' prospect? Naaaaah. 'Course not.
Vince: And here comes the food, which is a welcome respite. Vince nods to the elf, who looks just estatic to serve. To be allowed to serve.
Gillian: Gillian looks up from the table as Vince nods, and spies the elf. She likewise nods. "Good evening, Kimby. What've you made for us?"
Vince: Kimby bows, liking his master's new girl (and he's discreet enough not to mention that he notices Master is more relaxed in the last few days than ever he met him), and saying in his soft voice, "May Kimby please you greatly, today is roast beef and potatoes, Miss Gillian."
Gillian: It's no wonder the elf's annoyed with him. Cooking for one - now two - just isn't enough to keep a house elf occupied. Said person number two enters the dining room, and sits opposite Vincent. "Evening, Vince."
Vince: Vince looks up, nods once, and returns to his scroll. "Sleeping all right? Anything I can get the elf to do for you? Which was more or less, "get the little git out of my hair."
Gillian: "Sleeping just fine, thanks, other than the fact that Kimby seems intent on making my bed each morning, whether I'm in it or not. Bit obsessive, inne?" She lounges back in her chair, waiting for the dinner to be served. Meanwhile, she's keeping a casual-close eye on Vince. "How're you doing?"
Vince: He waves a hand off, then smirks. "Sleeping a little better, I guess you could say." Terse lil mo-fo, inne? "Why?"
Gillian: "No reason..." Squint. Yes, that's her 'I know you're full of shit' squint. Her throat is cleared. "Hm. You know, I was thinking. We should probably do the place up for Christmas, don't you think?. Since we are coming up on Christmas."
Vince: Vince thinks, blinks, and chuckles. "I hadn't thought of it, to tell the truth, Gil. I've been living alone for a month or two now..." He cocked his head. "It'd piss off the elf some, I think. After all, decorations shouldn't be left to elves. They tend to use clothing."
Gillian: She waves this off and sits forward, smiling mischievously. "Eh. We'll let him decorate the kitchen or something." Leeeeean forward. Big!grin. "It'll be fun."
Vince: Brows up, lad, brows up. She's Plotting. And it's fun to watch a Gryffindor Plot. "It just might be," he says, warming to the subject at hand. "Shall we invite carolers? Perhaps have a few friends over?" Now he's teasing, playing the patron with his tongue firmly in his cheek.
Gillian: Shhh. You may be a Gryffindor, a girl, and a teenager, but oh please don't giggle in his presence. Ahem. She crosses her arms over her chest, feigning a stern expression - not that it's very effective. "I do believe you're teasing."
Vince: More brow raising. He's become a master at it. "What gives you that idea?" It is his most teasing voice. Very few have heard it. Be honored, woman!
Gillian: "Mm. Sure, you think you're funny now... Just you wait, I'll actually invite carolers over. Come to think of it, I hear they've got a house elf group, even.. I'm sure Kimby would just love that." Heeee. You love her. Really, you do.
Vince: "You wouldn't dare."
Gillian: "Oh, wouldn't I?" A smug look is delivered his way, and she stands, "Ohhh, Kiiiiiimby." Hark, your master's annoying Gryffindor calleth.
Vince: "Sit!"
Gillian: Laughing, she does as she's told, dropping back into her seat. "Right. Sitting. Quite so."
Vince: He looked at her, smirking. "So. Decorations. Is it just me, or are you actually plotting some kind of Christmas supper or party?"
Gillian: "Well, that's at least halfway up to you. Me, I'd mainly just like it to look a little festive around here. And, oh!" Bounce-bounce-bounce. "A tree. Most definitely have to have a tree."
Vince: Hmm. Vince nodded. "OK. We'll decorate, then. Got to warn you, I'm not good at it."
Gillian: "I'm sure we'll manage just fine." Bounce-bounce-bounce! Gillian? Happy about the whole 'decorating' prospect? Naaaaah. 'Course not.
Vince: And here comes the food, which is a welcome respite. Vince nods to the elf, who looks just estatic to serve. To be allowed to serve.
Gillian: Gillian looks up from the table as Vince nods, and spies the elf. She likewise nods. "Good evening, Kimby. What've you made for us?"
Vince: Kimby bows, liking his master's new girl (and he's discreet enough not to mention that he notices Master is more relaxed in the last few days than ever he met him), and saying in his soft voice, "May Kimby please you greatly, today is roast beef and potatoes, Miss Gillian."