Our Millitime is pastede on yay

[cheevy]

Sometime... probably a number of days before the actual date on the actual journal entry, or not, who knows, Miniver can be found in the kitchen of the LA home, humming and mucking about with the bottles of herbs from the two boxes Ana sent him home with.

When Pickles arrives, he may notice a faint, very faint smell of vanilla permeating the air

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[dingdongdoodily]

Which was what got a pierced browraise at Miniver as he slid off his shoes. "What's with the vanilla smell?" He didn't remember having any scented candles out to burn.

He dropped himself into a chair immediately, suddenly a heap of dreadlocks and denim.

[cheevy]

"It's stuff from Ana," Miniver answers from the kitchen. A few moments later, he drifts in and offers Pickles a mug of tea and a smooch on the forehead. "Hi babe."

[dingdongdoodily]

"Hey baby." Pickles said, taking the offered tea in both hands for a moment, just to take the chill out of his fingers, before setting it down. He'd get to it in a moment.

For now, there was a hippie to dote upon. "Oh hey, you saw her? How's she doin'? She bein' as hippie-ish as ever fer a goddess?" He slipped his arms around the poet and tugged him into his lap, albeit gingerly, so as not to disturb any drink he may have been holding. "An' y'know, I got to thinkin' today at work... Not real hard or nothin', but... I really love you babe."

[cheevy]

Miniver slips into Pickles' lap comfortably. He fits well there.

"Yeah, I saw her. So um... she gave me a bunch of bottles of herbs from her garden and a paper that says what they're all supposed to do, and some smelly oils too, all stuff that's supposed to help keep people, y'know, balanced. Like, so, what the notebooks do, y'know? She's doin' great. Heh. Hippie-ish as ever."

Miniver snuggles down against Pickles, warming him, comfortable here. "Hey. I love you, too, Sean. Really... a lot. What brought this on?" Nuzz. "You okay? You look kinda tired."

[dingdongdoodily]

"Long, exhaustin' day at work, babe, s'all. You know how you just -- Iunno, do those things, the little things you do? Kiss me when I get home, bring me tea, little stuff like that..."

He shook his head. He'd never had anyone do that before, at least not as far as he remembered. It was more sweet than he'd thought it would be at first. "I notice shit like that, just little, tiny things. An' I appreciate 'em. Really I do. So, heh.. You know, just so you know."