IC; backdated to 9/7

[ahotpeace]

[it is evening.

the treehouse, for those who pass it regularly, is a little differently tonight. what is normally a soft even glow of light seems to be flickering vaguely, and the heavy curtains that make up its door are drawn, the ladder left down.

perhaps something is up.

if no one else would notice, violet certainly would.]

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[purple_pliers]

[and of course she does, as soon as she comes back from her lab... although something is a little different about her as well. she's wearing a cute little dress and her hair is down (although she missed a grease smudge beside her nose).

she's also pushing a wheelbarrow, heavily laden with a bulky, blanket-wrapped something. she leaves it at the bottom of the ladder when she goes up]

Warren?

[purple_pliers]

[omnomnom, trying ALL THE THINGS]

This is delicious.

[glancing at the stereo and then back at you questioningly]

[ahotpeace]

[look back to the stereo. now back to me. now back to the-- uh oh. the stereo is now diamonds. i don't have to sing.]

...

[reaches back into the box instead; beside the cupcakes is a tiny little box. it's. uh. soap. or so it says.]

[purple_pliers]

[examines the box]

Is this a hint?

[ahotpeace]

You did show up with grease all over your face.

[purple_pliers]

...point.

[opens it]

[ahotpeace]

[it's a wad of newspaper. happy anniversary, girlfriend.]

[purple_pliers]

[uncrumpling the newspaper]

[ahotpeace]

[pressie; the chain is a little tangled]

[purple_pliers]

Aw, thank you! It's lovely.

[and getting to work on untangling that, I want to put it on]

[ahotpeace]

[:D???

will let you do the detangling]

[purple_pliers]

[success! how does I put a necklace on when my hair is down um. pushing hair out of the way]

I really like it.

[ahotpeace]

[that i can do without worrying about breaking it. reaching over to put it on her.]

Good.

[purple_pliers]

I have something for you, too...

[ahotpeace]

...you do?

[purple_pliers]

Yeah. It's outside.