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[antarianmax]

-- and so Max sat down, closing his mouth, satisfied with the presentation

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[faithful_slayer]

"I've seen somebody fall in from the ceiling before, actually."

Oh look, Max, your wife just happens to be at that table. Perhaps that's why Bar put you there.

"Hello, darling."

[faithful_slayer]

"You look hot in them. Of course you also look hot without them."

Faith grins brightly, touching his face.

"You just look hot in general."

[antarianmax]

"And yet I'm chilled to perfection!" Max points out, grinning.

"I actually mixed the drinks at the meeting, today, and Varec tried to use American English, and said 'you're chilled to perfection.' I think he skipped some lessons."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith cracks up laughing.

"Oh dear. Did you manage to keep a straight face?"

[antarianmax]

Guiltily, "Not really."

[faithful_slayer]

"I wouldn't have either."

Faith kisses him again.

"Who else was there?"

[antarianmax]

"Most everyone's seconds, it seemed to be the Convention of Stand-Ins. Varec, Meroin, Nirot, Sesh, Random and a few moonlords I don't think you know yet."

The kiss is returned, of course.

This time on her fingers, because hey, they're nice fingers.

[faithful_slayer]

"Poor Varec."

She smiles, leaning against him, her cheek pressed to his chest, just listening to his heartbeat.

"So there seems to be a sudden influx of pregnancies going around."

[antarianmax]

"I've noticed. Sort of. It's more of a sense."

He ruffles her hair.

"Is this a hint?"

[faithful_slayer]

Faith snorts. "You'd know before me, but I don't think so. Just news."

[antarianmax]

"Well, I hope I would. Though it's not something I'm used to predicting -- I watched Mer for a while, but she doesn't even plan on having children anymore --"

Oops. Angsty topic related to death. Next sentence!

"-- er, so I don't have much practice any longer."

[faithful_slayer]

"Well, I expect we'll be able to tell when I start getting morning sickness, if not sooner."

It will happen. Eventually.

[antarianmax]

"I've heard it itches. Or would. For me, not you."

There is toying with Faith's hair. Because it's there, and it's soft.

"But 'itches' is an odd sensation, telepathically, and I'm not sure how I'd come up with it."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith half-closes her eyes, appreciating the hair toying.

"Mmm. Something like phantom pain, maybe? Just there, but not really?"

[antarianmax]

"I'll have to ask someone older who knows -- someone besides Zan, as much as he's hard to interpret."

The whispering, nagging telepathic voice says something hard to interpret, in the back of his brain, and in the same hind-brain, Max kicks it.

Lovingly.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith kisses his jaw, idly, and then his neck, a little less so.

"Better get on that, then."