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awake but cannot open my eyes

Feb 09, 2007 19:09

Veronica Mars was sitting on a table - not at it, but on it, legs swinging off the edge as she sipped at a cup of coffee. She'd been itching to bake since she'd mentioned it to George the week before. But now that she was here in the kitchen, ready to give in to the stupid girly urge - and really, it wasn't like she even had a passable reason like ( Read more... )

jim halpert, veronica mars, logan echolls-harkness

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echolls_cursed February 10 2007, 00:37:59 UTC

Having shaved the day before and once again deciding that personal hygiene was something he enjoyed, Logan was back to looking mostly like himself. This was a good thing, really, the Grizzly Adams look hadn't suited him at all. But other then the fact that he looked a bit tired and his eyes weren't quite as bright as they usually were, Logan looked as he always did.

He even managed a smile for Veronica.

"Let me guess, you started the first island Girl Scout troop and now you have to sell cookies or you'll never get that merit badge? I'll take two boxes of thin mints."

neptune_sleuth February 10 2007, 00:42:44 UTC

"All out," Veronica said immediately. "Only got the Samoas left. Really, you need to be on top of these things. You know how fast the thin mints go." God, she could have used a box of those, now that she thought about it. Minty chocolate-y goodness in a box.

Really, really soft, Mars.

echolls_cursed February 10 2007, 00:46:36 UTC

"I hate coconut, always gets stuck in my teeth," Logan replied easily, moving to sit beside her and taking the cookbook off her lap to flip through. "What's the occasion?" he asked curiously, flipping through the pages of cakes and cookies.

neptune_sleuth February 10 2007, 00:51:20 UTC

Veronica shrugged. "Just felt like it," she said. She had a feeling George wouldn't want her mentioning the Strawberry Shortcake apron, though. "Something to do. And you know you're living in the wrong place for a coconut hater, right?"

echolls_cursed February 10 2007, 00:59:04 UTC

"Surrounded by coconuts and shellfish, I like to think of it as a personal sort of 'fuck you from' the island to me," Logan shrugged, smiling a little.

"Seriously though, baked goods are something I never say no to, unless the prerequisite to eating them are the words 'I do'. I could even help. And by help I mean watch and possibly hold the cookbook for you."

neptune_sleuth February 10 2007, 02:08:48 UTC

"Uh huh." Veronica raised an eyebrow at him, smiling despite herself and leaning over to look at the book. "I couldn't decide what to make. Snickerdoodles get old after a while."

She was remembering his wedding cake - the one she'd eaten and he hadn't, sitting at that table over there with a cup of coffee and Eostre's company. Something about the woman was comforting, but it had been an uneasy afternoon anyway, day old cake tasting of guilt and relief.

"I was thinking of something with shellfish."

echolls_cursed February 10 2007, 02:23:41 UTC

"Now, see, that's just mean," Logan snorted, shaking his head a little. He grinned a bit though, leaning in slightly.

"But if someone was going to successfully tempt me with death on a plate, it would have to be you."

neptune_sleuth February 10 2007, 02:32:07 UTC

Veronica ducked away from him, sliding off the table and walking away toward the pantry. Her ponytail swung a little as she turned her head to look at him, but not as much as it would have done months ago; she kept meaning to cut it and just not getting there. It was a matter of comfort now, nothing symbolic about it this time, and somehow that didn't seem as urgent.

"I'll keep that in mind for the future," she deadpanned, grinning. She slid her hands into her pockets, head tilting to the side. "Alright, so if I'm not making death cookies, what should I make? Because I was actually leaning toward something like peanut butter, but it's so been done."

echolls_cursed February 10 2007, 02:41:14 UTC

Logan raised a brow when she ducked away, unable to stop a small smirk from finding it's way to his lips. "My mother's favorite baker used to make these coffee flavored sugar cookie things. You could make something simple like that. Not that I could tell you how. I think he just used coffee instead of eggs or milk or something, but I'm not really sure."

He looked thoughtful and then shrugged, "I'm kind of partial to your Snickerdoodles though, to be honest."

neptune_sleuth February 10 2007, 02:55:31 UTC

That was more like it. Veronica could feel a little rush of healthy irritation at that smirk, a familiar dose of annoyance at herself and at him. So he still got to her. So what? The only way she could think of to not let it happen was to set her thoughts on Sam, and that would just bother her even more - hell, the realization that she was sliding thoughts from boy to boy, letting that weigh her down, bothered her. Better to do this. She could handle Logan.

"Maybe just stick to what I know," she said, rolling her eyes at herself. "But if I make those, I have to set some aside for Wallace. He'd kill me if he knew there was snickerdoodling goin' down and he didn't get any."

echolls_cursed February 10 2007, 03:07:39 UTC

"What, are you implying I don't know how to share?" Logan asked. "I share all the time."

neptune_sleuth February 10 2007, 03:16:53 UTC

"There was no implying," Veronica told him cheerfully, pulling out the baking soda. "It's a simple equation. Boys plus fresh cookies equals empty plate. Sad how predictable you guys can be." She would have to put some aside for River, too. And Sam. And the Halperts and Lilly. Or maybe just make two batches.

echolls_cursed February 10 2007, 03:37:22 UTC

"Not my fault you make good cookies," Logan shrugged, slipping off the table and wandering over to the counter to lean against it. His eyes flickered over her briefly as he watched her grab what she needed, and then glanced away.

"You seem cheerful lately," he commented. It sounded a lot like an accusation though.

neptune_sleuth February 10 2007, 03:42:56 UTC

"It's one of my better faults," Veronica deadpanned. She didn't let the conversation stop her, hunting for mixing bowls and cups as she spoke, spreading the ingredients out with practiced ease.

She spared him a glance, though, smiling curiously. "Do I? Maybe it's just in comparison to your usual company."

echolls_cursed February 10 2007, 04:02:37 UTC

"Are you trying to say Neil's not a ball of sunshine?" Logan asked, pushing away from the counter and heading over to her to help. "Clearly you can't mean my Neil, he's all puppy-dogs and smiles."

He took some of the things from her arms and placed them carefully on the counter, flashing her a teasing grin. "'Course he can't flip his hair quite as well as you can."

neptune_sleuth February 10 2007, 04:06:35 UTC

"I'd like to see him try," Veronica said, grinning. "Although it probably doesn't help that it isn't long enough." She shrugged and set about measuring out ingredients. "He'll get there if he keeps trying."

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