careful what you wish, you may regret it. Careful what you wish, you just might get it
As of right this second, my tooth doesn't hurt. It feels WRONG, but it doesn't hurt. I like this. Friday I was mostly fine (a little sore in the evening), Saturday I was fine, Sunday was a horrible pit of pain and despair. Today I can clearly feel that something is wrong, but it doesn't hurt so much
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And brain is in the gutter.
Seattle was fun, though the boat ride there wasn't. The boatride back wasn't bad. And Mum's never been to the States.
I expected GERTY to kill everyone, but only because of 2001 a Space Odyssey.
I'm on a bit of a Slayers run right now. Uhm. There's Ranma 1/2, Basara, Sailor Moon, SPN ... I can't think of a ton, either, though I'm sure there are, lol.
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She kindly shoos the staff out of the kitchen and boils the milk herself. She hesitates at first, not wanting to snoop, then steels herself to rooting around until she finds what she needs.
Cocoa is in the pantry and marshmallows in the cupboard above the sink. She finds a spoon in the drawer to the left of the stove and cups in a case with ornate glass doors. She hums as she works, then carries the full cups gingerly in cold hands.
The Beast looks foolish sitting in the small chair at the dining room table, still half covered in snow. She is almost surprised that she finds the picture he makes endearing more than anything. When she passes him a cup it completely disappears in his too large hand, but she's no longer afraid of his size. She settles in her own chair, sipping the warm drink and listening to the silence until her companion breaks it.
"This is good," he doesn't look at her when he says it - he is shy and sweet, in his own way. She wonders what he was like when he was human.
"I used a special ingredient," she confides, her smile turning secretive. He glares at her with open suspicion, but she stubbornly refuses to elaborate.
He huffs his annoyance and takes another delicate sip unfit to his size. Two months ago, she thinks, he would have thrown the table in a rage if she had kept a secret from him. It's funny how their relationship is getting easier at a pace she never would have thought possible.
But she still can't bring herself to tell him that the drink was made with love.
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He plays poker with The Carpet and it isn't quite what he's looking for. The Carpet doesn't banter or slam his drink down on the table in joy or dismay. It sure as hell doesn't have a poker face for Genie to scrutinize, though sometimes its corners will take on a slight slump that indicates Genie should double his bet.
The Carpet is not exactly the ideal opponent in a game of wits and chance, so he challenges Al, once the battle is won and the princess is in the arms of the one she loves. He doesn't know the rules, but Genie shows him the ropes and Al is a quick study.
The boy holds his cards gingerly, scrutinizing his hand while Genie scrutinizes his face - there are different ways of playing the game, and Genie is as much playing his friend as he is the cards. He sees the slight wince, the resigned set of shoulders and is sure the game is his.
Al wins.
Genie thinks it must be a fluke, but the night progresses and the kid wins game after game until Genie throws down his cards in exasperation. Al watches his display with an innocent expression that slowly melts into a cheeky grin, "Give up?"
And the Genie does. Al is clearly not new to the game and obviously an old pro when it comes to bluffing. Over ten thousand years of world experience are apparently nothing next to a street education in Agrabah.
He'll stick to playing The Carpet.
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