Catching Up [open]

[vicioussweetie]

Ali had had a plan, when she got out of bed again, that had involved the kitchen and tea and food. It had been a good plan, too, except for its one fatal flaw: it involved walking. And, with her feet burned and cut up, she couldn't really do that so well. Even the best of plans rarely survive the first obstacle, though, so she wasn't detered; no

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[cat_and_mice]

The marquis could live with carrying Ali around, and he shot an amused and rather fond look at her over his shoulder. "Is there anything else you'd like, Ali? I'm sure I could manage."

[vicioussweetie]

"I'm sure you could, but then I wouldn't be taking care of you would I?" She smiles, cupping her chin in her hand while she watches him. "I'll be happy with ginger ale, thank you."

[cat_and_mice]

"All right." He carries her glass over to her, and a plate of cookies for them, and sits down beside her. He smiles at her, bemused. "You're taking care of me?"

[vicioussweetie]

"Well, someone has to. It wouldn't be good at all if you wandered away again." She shifts in her seat so she can put her feet in his lap, sipping her soda. "Everyone needs taking care of sometimes."