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( closed ) how about you and me

who: Jim Kirk & Leonard McCoy
what: a failed dinner date surprise
when: now
where: their place, shared housing
warnings: gross domesticity, probably some smooching and general self-indulgent shippy stuff. will update if need be!

All in all, Jim had liked the flower festival a little more. Granted, he'd still been getting used to life in Riverview then, but the mood in general had been livelier and more festive. Not that people were in any way sadder or more unpleasant, but there was definitely a lingering feeling of grief and loss that just didn't sit well with him.

Most of the aspects weren't really up his alley, so he skipped on a lot of it. He accepted any lanterns only so he wouldn't be rude, but he didn't share any stories, he didn't hang any lanterns. He was honestly debating on whether to send a single lantern down the river in a few days, but he had time. Until then? There was one tradition he could get behind, at least.

Or... well, try his best, anyway. Because cooking really wasn't a strong suit of his.

He organized himself so that, hopefully, it wouldn't be too disastrous. Choosing a recipe: check. Buying ingredients: check. Getting some little decorative items just to set the mood: check. Oh, and a cute fancy apron (fundamental, clearly): check.

It all seemed fairly straightforward. He set up the table for two, simple but with a couple of candles and a small jar with flowers, the rest of the flat tidied up to near perfection. And it would've been perfection if it weren't for the fact that halfway through keeping an eye on the meat roasting in the oven, he let the rice burn and stick to the bottom of the cooking pot, and by the time he took care of that there was an even stronger smell of something burning in the air. He opened the oven and— ah. Great. A curtain of smoke right into his face that quickly enough spread through the rest of the flat.

Windows open, Jim was currently using a kitchen cloth to force the smoke out, looking a bit like a mess from having to deal with the disaster of his cooking attempt. Bones shouldn't be back so soon, though, so he could still try to get them takeout. Wouldn't be as special, but it'd have to do— and that way Bones wouldn't have to see the complete mess Jim had made of the kitchen, or the charred roadkill that should've been their dinner.

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Moving to slide into his chair after Jim pulled away, he only looked up when Jim poured the lemonade with that tidbit of information. Smirking just a little, he arched a brow at the other man before taking his glass. "Well then, guess I'd better give it a try." Tipping the glass toward Jim, he pulled it to his lips to take a sip lightly.

"Well, I'll be... the Iowa boy makes a damn good glass of lemonade." Chuckling at that, he took another drink, savoring it before setting the glass down. Once Jim settled in, he slid his foot out under the table to softly tap Jim's. "Guess you'll be the one in charge of keeping lemonade ready for us."

It wasn't entirely teasing. He actually did like it enough to have Jim in charge of such a silly task. "Well then, let's give dinner a shot and see how we did." Picking up the silverware, he tried the meat first and gave a slow nod. Not half bad for a complete change in original purpose. He managed to mute down the burned flavor nearly completely, so he called that a real win.

Jim wasn't exactly holding his breath, there. He'd tasted the lemonade already so he knew it was pretty good. Still, he smiled happily at Bones's reaction, though raising an eyebrow at that choice of words.

"I know! We get lemons in the middle of nowhere too, go figure," he snorted a bit, nudging back at Bones's foot. Picking up his own fork, he got a decent bit of it and took it up to his mouth, letting out a pleasantly surprised hum as he chewed on the meat and swallowed it down.

"Amazing, it's actually edible. Think you might've missed your calling as a chef, no?"

"And here I thought all they had out there was corn." Smirking at that, he had to pick back at him. If he were a lesser man, he'd throw more corn into their diet just to pick on him sometimes. Instead, he aimed for things he noticed Jim enjoyed. So unless Jim picked something with corn in it, he'd not done that.

Stretching his leg out just a little more, he let himself hook his heel around Jim's in a lazy lock just to feel that connection before he moved to try the next thing on his plate. Rolling his eyes affectionately, he waved a piece of broccoli at him lightly. "If I'd been a chef, you never would've met me."

And really, he didn't think of himself as that good of a cook anyway. "Ma could've done better." He stood by the fact that no one cooked like his mother, hands down. "Besides, just think of all the benefits for you having a doctor that knows anatomy so well."

"Jerk!" Jim huffed out with feigned offense, knitting his eyebrows as he nudged at Bones's leg. "Better than goddamn peaches all over the place. Weirdass furry fruit. I'll take corn any day of the week." Or maybe not. He did like corn, though, just not on every meal. Like, you know. Most other people from Iowa.

"Mm, that's true," Jim nodded, smiling warmer when Bones mentioned his mom. Not that Jim would know what that was like. Even when his mom was around, she was never much of a cook. Luckily they had a replicator back at the farm, so despite everything, Jim never really went hungry.

"I think I'll be glad for having a doctor that both knows anatomy and can cook me a really nice dinner. How's that?"

Winking at Jim across the table, he purposely blew him a kiss as Jim nudged his leg. Ducking his head, he laughed softly only to smirk over the candles at his best friend and likely the one person that meant the universe to him. "You say that, but I bet if I made you peach pie or peach cobbler you'd change that tune of yours."

Cause his mom's recipes were the best and he had not problems with usin' them against him. "Then again, mom might go and try to steal you from me. You've got her so damn charmed she'd keep you at this point." Not that he minded. As long as his mother kept to herself all those calls and letters home where he talked too much and too openly about the cat he took home and decided to keep.

"Least you appreciate what you've got that way. Cause god help me, I like spoilin' ya... even if I shouldn't." Not that he'd ever quit. Jim had him wrapped around his little finger in more ways than one. Friends or more, Leonard always took care of Jim first.

Jim tried to roll his eyes like that wink didn't absolutely endear the doctor to him. Jerk just had to use all his weapons against Jim, didn't he? Anything to win an argument. Not like Jim could talk, granted, but... still. "Sure, there's no peach fuzz in those things. You do know I'm allergic to the little hairs on peaches, right?"

Of course he did. Bones likely knew all of Jim's allergies even better than Jim himself did.

"Well, she is a pretty great lady. Who knows, maybe I picked the wrong McCoy," he winked right back at Bones then, making it plenty clear that he was just teasing him. But really, he did like Bones's mom a lot, so if and when he got to see her again, he'd always be his sweet and charming self. (And also probably get his hands on those letters eventually.)

"Why shouldn't you? I mean, if I went around acting like an entitled brat," which he did not, thank you very much. "No harm in spoiling the people you care about, at least a little bit. And... it makes me feel special, when you do," he confessed with a smile and a small shrug.

Leaning forward on the table, he placed his elbows on it even hearing his mom's voice in his head yellin' at him about table manners and etiquette. Still, he leaned in closer to smile just a little. "Like I'd ever forgot things that hurt you. Unless I prepared the peaches myself with ma, I wouldn't even let her try to feed it to ya."

That was the truth. Leonard would step on his own mother's toes to be sure Jim would be safe. And that really was sayin' somethin'.

"You think so? Make it hard for a guy to argue when you're talkin' about leavin' him for one of the two greatest women in his life. Wholly unfair." Between his ma and Jo, there really wasn't any room for much else in his life. Well, so he thought till the scrappy blonde with amazin' blue eyes went and tried to calm him down on a shuttle to Starfleet Academy. Had to admit, that completely blindsided him. (And those letters will be burned if he even dares try to find them.)

Smiling warmer still at that reasoning, he lightly nudged Jim's foot under the table. "You are special and I enjoy it more than I should." Even when it meant he got stuck doing something dangerous or flying somewhere. "Sayin' no to you is a real problem. I need to work on that."

"Well, good to know you'd have my back, doc," Jim smiled, not the least bit surprised that Bones would do that. One thing he knew for sure was that the doctor would never feed him anything if he wasn't absolutely sure it was safe for him. God knows Bones was far more zealous about Jim's allergies than even Jim himself was.

"Mm, just giving you a bit of a push to try harder, I guess," he shrugged, winking teasingly. Bones hardly had to try, really. Jim was easy to please, and he liked Bones's company more than enough that he never needed much more than that. Even now that they were something more than just friends.

"Are you kidding? That's as far from a problem as can be," he winked with a lopsided grin, nudging back against Bones's foot. He reached out with his free hand, catching Bones's own and weaving his fingers through Bones's. "Not like I'm that good at saying 'no' to you, either." Even if Bones's requests were likelier to be more reasonable than Jim's.

"Always." He pointed that out only to break into laughter at Jim's answer to his accusation. "Really? You'd use my ma to get me to work harder to keep you? You know James T. Kirk, you could ask me anything and I would do it. How could I possibly up my 'game' more than it already is?"

God, he loved the way Jim could look like a cocky asshole and still manage to flirt like that. And look attractive to boot. Running his eyes over Jim's face, he turned his hand over to help him curl their fingers together. He loved how it felt to be together with him. It was something he really never considered he could have.

"Yep, spoiled. And you tell me I need to work harder." Rolling his eyes, he squeezed his hand. Angling his head a little at the admission to that, he gave him a feigned look of disbelief. "That's why you run every time I need to do inoculations? Or is that your way of making me run after you?"

"You know... that is true," he said in tone of contemplation, as if he was just made aware of this now. As if he didn't know full well he could talk the doctor into doing just about anything he wanted or needed him to. He hadn't, however, talked him into all this— whatever 'this' was. If anything it had been Bones making the first move, and to be perfectly honest, that left Jim feeling a lot more comfortable and at ease, if only because he knew for sure that this really was something Bones wanted.

"That your way of telling me I should work harder, is it? Should I?" Because he would, really. And it could well be a hundred times more intense than this impromptu date and Bones may or may not regret it intensely. For now, though, he just curled his fingers a little tighter, tugging lightly on Bones's hand while he brushed his thumbs across the doctor's fingertips distractedly.

"I ran because they hurt like hell and you weren't very gentle about it," he said in a nearly accusatory tone, raising an eyebrow at Bones. "But yeah, sometimes I also liked making you chase me around the ship."

Once again he rolled his eyes at Jim. Of course he wanted to play and be ridiculous. Smiling a little to himself, he figured Jim always knew what kinda sap he was for him. At least in the sense that he would follow through in any cockamamie plan he came up with cause he'd do anything for the man. Hell, he jumped off a damn cliff into the water with him. He flew an alien space craft and so many other things. Obviously, he was just doomed to a life of following after a crazy genius with an addiction to adrenaline.

Not that he'd change that at all.

"Jim, I want you to be you. I don't want you to do anything you don't wanna do." the doctor would likely melt like butter for anything Jim did do more for him, but he wasn't gonna ask for none of that. That felt a lot like wanting more than just Jim himself.

Humming a soft sound at the warm sensation of that hand holding his, he half closed his eyes almost forgetting he should be eating. Well, until Jim got him with that confession. "Sometimes you deserved it." He pointed out with dry amusement only to huff a laugh. "Yeah? that your way of flirtin'? Or your way of makin' me do my runnin' exercises?"

"I never said anything about not being myself, did I? That doesn't mean I can't try a little harder sometimes. For things that matter, I always want to," he paused, hand moving to curl around Bones's instead, fingers pressing into his palm, then lifting it up across the table to kiss his knuckles. "And you definitely matter."

It didn't mean Jim would just do things he didn't feel comfortable with, or ever act like anything but himself. He cared about Bones and he wanted to show him that. To show him he was willing and even glad to go the extra mile for him. Didn't seem right that Bones was always the one following behind and running to keep up.

Lowering their hands down to the table, he slowly let go, drawing his arm back so he could go back to eating. "Well, I wasn't trying to flirt then. I just didn't like the damn hyposprays. But you gotta admit, thinking back to it, you chasing me around the ship is kind of a cute image. Silly, but cute."

A soft shiver rolled up his spine at the feeling of those fingers against his palm mixed into those words. Lips parted to inhale softly before he ducked his head and smile. "Say things like that too often I might end up a nice permanent shade of red." Well, don't really stop, Jim. He kinda liked that feeling that came with words like that from Jim.

Something he certainly wasn't used to, but damn it, he liked it. Smiling a little more, he felt almost foolish with how much he was smilin' and couldn't even stop. Hazel eyes finally managed to flick up and look at Jim's face and pay no attention to the fact his cheeks felt hot. Especially when he bout shivered outright when Jim kissed his knuckles. "You make me crazy... in a good way."

Letting the fingers slip from his hand, he couldn't help but sigh at the loss of contact. "My big strong captain. Can fight a Romulan hand to hand but wave a hypospray at him and he runs away." Arching a brow, his eyes lit up with amusement. "Of all the people I have treated and dealt with that are afraid of hyposprays, you're the only one I put the effort into runnin' after. Guess it was kinda cute." Definitely made him feel far younger than he was chasing Jim around the Enterprise in a strange form of tag.

Jim smiled wider at that, a pleased glint to his eye as he winked at Bones. "Good. I think I'd like you in a nice permanent shade of red." Maybe not really, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like how he could get to the doctor so easily. The day he couldn't fluster him like this he'd seriously worry.

"But also sometimes in a bad way?" Jim asked with a raised eyebrow, smiling amusedly. He knew he was a handful sometimes, and how much that frustrated Bones and stressed him out. Not that he was about to stop, mind, but he was perfectly capable of recognizing how he could be a somewhat steady source of worry and headaches for the doctor.

"Hey, I don't have to be a coward to not like having shots. Doesn't help you're a little too trigger-happy when you have a hypospray in hand," he said somewhat pointedly, as he mouthed a forkful of food. "I don't think people are afraid of hyposprays so much as they're afraid of you with a hypospray."

Rolling his eyes at that, he arched a brow at him. "When you make me spontaneously combust one day, I want it on my tombstone that it was your damn fault." It was more teasing than anything else. He hated being flustered all the damn time, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. Especially since he only remembered bein' that way for a short while at the beginning of his and Joce's relationship. Didn't last long. Jim on the other hand, even as just friends, could get him to turn red with the right words. Curse or blessing, he wasn't so sure, but he had a feelin' it was permanent with Jim.

"Damn right." Leonard snorted at that, his attention back on the food. "If I don't have heart problems cause of you, it's gonna be stress and mental breakdown." Pointing his fork at him, he leveled a look at him. "You do know the human heart can break and kill a person, right?" Cause much as Jim might find it cute to make the doctor a mess, he just wondered if he knew just how much it wore him down as well. "Not sayin' I want you to stop bein' you, but you could take into consideration that you're gonna be my death at the rate you're goin'."

He'd laugh at Jim's words, but he rolled his eyes instead. "Don't be such an infant, Jim. I only get rough with you cause you ended up pissin' me off somehow. You know damn well that I can be careful with them when I'm not in a mood." Which... tended to be often with Jim cause he either ran from him or got hurt in some damn fool way that made Jim need the hypospray to begin with. And honestly, he was tryin' not to be vaguely hurt about that last comment. "Sure none of them are nearly as skittish as you. And honestly, if you hate it that much, when we get back I could just put M'Benga as your primary care physician." Which.. would make him even more of a nervous wreck, but if Jim disliked it that much, maybe that option shouldn't be overlooked.

"I'll give you my word I'll take care of that," he teased again, grinning amusedly. No, he wasn't going to apologize, nor was he going to stop or even try to. Not like it was even possible for Bones to spontaneously combust anyway, so no risk of it actually happening. Although the thought of Bones getting red as a tomato was a very appealing one.

Smile still on his lips, he chewed on his food and swallowed, opening his mouth and getting ready to add something else to that. Before he got to, though, Bones had to go and get all upset at what Jim said, even though he didn't mean most of it and was mainly teasing the good doctor. Suppressing the urge to sigh and roll his eyes at him, Jim set down his fork, smile leaving his face for a moment.

"Yeah no, don't even think about doing that." Well, it probably would be the right thing to do now that they were together, and Jim did trust M'Benga, but Bones had always been his doctor and Jim wanted to keep it that way. Reaching across the table, he caught Bones's arms lightly, trying to get him to set down his fork and knife so he could hold his hands instead. "No need to take that to heart, Leonard. You know I was just teasing you, right?" Really, sometimes it was cute how sensitive Bones was— other times it was downright silly. He smiled again, though, trying to soothe that frown of his. "And you have my word, I'll never break your heart. And you've got to admit, I'm not as bad with the whole tendency to leap into danger these days."

"Good, cause I'll come back and haunt your ass if you forget." The doctor said with all the certainty in the world, but they both knew the entire scenario was silly. Granted, he might just haunt his ass if he died first and Jim did something entirely stupid cause he wasn't there to stop him. Granted he always fought back the idea that he would be the one left behind. Not the other way around.

Maybe that thought comin' back up didn't help that frown none, cause when Jim did reach out to take his hand, he startled a little, the fork sliding from his fingers with a soft clatter on the plate. Looking up at Jim, he arched a brow at him and covered that surprise with a neutral expression as he listened to what he had to say.

He knew he shouldn't be Jim's doctor for years. Too emotionally involved and all. But he was such a damn stubborn mule he knew damn well no one could take care of Jim like he could. Fight as hard as him would... or break rules as quickly or as easily as he would to keep Jim alive. Turning his hand over slowly, he slid his fingertips over Jim's palm, his jaw set as he tried to shove those thoughts out of his head.

"Like I'd change my bedside manner after all these years." The doctor huffed softly, trying not to call Jim on the idea of heart break if only cause he knew Jim would die someday and you can't stop that from happening. But he also knew Jim didn't mean it that way, and he appreciated the promise for what it was. Jim kept his word. That he had no doubt on. Leonard's eyes hovered on their hands for a moment before he finally flicked them up to look at Jim once more. "Are we ignorin' the whole nearly sucked into space thing with a high tech bioweapon?" He arched a brow slowly at that.

Slipping his fingers through Jim's slowly, he leaned forward to press his palm against Jim's softly. "You've been better cause you've had nothin' to jump right into since then. But honestly, darlin'... we both know if some horrible disaster pops up, the first thing you're gonna do is try to fix it. You wouldn't be you if you didn't. And god help me, but I love that about ya." Even if he would rather someone else do that dumb shit for Jim for once. "Just like I couldn't promise you given the choice, I'd do anything to keep you alive even if it meant givin' everything up. But you also know, cause you're gonna pull that shit again, I'm gonna be pissed and upset again and you're gonna feel my wrath through a hypospray. Given you don't up and... well, you aren't too bad off." He really didn't want to bring up Jim dying.

They both knew that Jim would sooner or later do something stupid, regardless of Bones being there or not. Not that Jim even entertained the possibility of Bones not being there for whatever reason, and definitely not because he would be dead. Jim wouldn't let that happen, anyway. Bones would no doubt berate him for it but Jim wouldn't even think before laying down his life for the doctor, possibly before he even knew there was danger to begin with.

"Good. I mean, M'Benga is an extraordinary doctor too, but he's not you." Jim knew in some ways that was just his heart talking, not his head, but Bones had gone well above and beyond the call of duty to keep him alive and safe, and Jim could and would never trust anyone else with his life as much as he did Bones.

He did groan a little at the eventual moment of danger being brought up, though he was expecting it already. "I didn't just do that because I felt like it. I had to, or else everyone on that base would have died." What he meant was, in years past he would've been a whole lot more reckless when it wasn't strictly necessary, but now he only did put his life at risk like that when he had no other choice. And he couldn't just sit back and wait for someone else to save him and everyone else. It just wasn't in his blood.

That sounded like a good balance, though. Jim smiled, curling his fingers around Bones's hand. "Seems like a nice compromise. I can roll with that," he smiled, squeezing Bones's fingers one last time before letting go. "So how about we finish this dinner?"

If he ever thought he really couldn't make a logical choice or even the right choice in caring for Jim, he would stand down. As his eyes trailed slowly along Jim's features, he let out a soft breath while thoughts wandered to times he'd had to let Boyce or others do some of the work during the wait for Jim to wake up. Not often, but sometimes. When he felt like he might come apart and actually did.

Arching a brow slowly, he tipped his head and spoke in that low southern drawl. "Kinda what I meant, Jim. You're gonna do what you feel you need to do." Not that he hated that. Jim was one damn beautiful person for that bravery. It just equally hard for him to bite back the selfish feelings of just wanting Jim to live through it. "Dunno if it's really the same to make a comparison... but say I'm throwing myself into something that likely 'll mean certain death. Cause I feel that every time ten fold."

Pulling his hand back when Jim let it go, he really just wanted Jim to get some idea of what it felt like. If only to get why he reacted like he did. Maybe Jim could forgive him a little of that selfishness if he understood. Breathing in slowly, he nodded his head. "Sorry. I really don't mean to lecture you. Guess it's more just venting." Picking his fork back up, he smiled at him just a little, a flicker of hope in his gaze. "Just work a little harder on coming back in one piece if ya don't mind."

He didn't like that, not one bit. Not that he really had the right to be upset right now, because Bones was right. The thought of the doctor laying down his life to save Jim or anyone else upset him more than he could even comprehend, and yet he just sat here huffing and rolling his eyes at Bones for being bothered and worried about Jim's tendency to do that whenever he knew people were in danger.

It was more than just a little hypocritical of him. When it came down to it? He knew he couldn't ask the doctor to stop worrying, nor to stop expressing that worry. He also couldn't tell him that he'd stop risking his life for other people's sake, as that would be a lie. The most he could do was promise he'd do his very best to be as careful as possible, so he could hopefully come back unscathed every time.

Well, a little more unscathed than dead by radiation poisoning, at the very least.

He sighed, quiet but deep, when Bones seemed to let the topic go. Shoulders relaxing, he tipped his head in a nod, smiling as he poked at the meat on his plate. "Alright, I'll give you my word. I'll do my very best to come back to you in one piece."

"S'all I ask." And it would be. It wouldn't be right of him to ask more than that. Just lease to worry and at least acknowledged for having to deal with that pain and worry. But he would never ask Jim to change, so it was something he just had to live with. That's what he got for falling for the big damn hero. Not that he regretted it even a little bit. Relationship like this or not.

Returning to eating, he took a few more bites before pausing. "So, what you wanted to do after dinner... are we stayin' in or goin' out?" He angled his head slightly before taking a drink of lemonade before returning to his food. He was pretty damn proud of the food though. It turned out well for having to improvise. That made it better. Made him realize he'd done right by Jim.

"Thanks for dinner, by the way. It was an amazin' surprise."

After the whole afternoon planning and preparing their dinner (and failing miserably), Jim was pretty damn hungry, so once he turned his attention back to the food, he took to eating it rather quickly. He hummed around one or two mouthfuls, washing it down with some lemonade, though he slowed down at Bones's question, waiting for his mouth to be empty before he spoke up.

"Staying in." That was about all he would say about it, though. Bones would just have to wait— although there shouldn't be a whole lot more waiting, now that their plates were mostly clean. He did scrape up the last bits of meat and rice, though, finishing it all up before he sat back and a little more upright.

"Oh, dinner's not over yet," he said as he stood up, picking up both their plates to take them to the kitchen. "Sit right there and wait for a bit, will ya?"

Well, staying in would make it easier whatever it was Jim had planned. So he really didn't think much of it and went back to his food. He was just finishing it up when Jim got up from his seat. Setting this silverware in the plate, he watched as Jim swept up the plates and moved toward the kitchen. "Not over, huh?"

Resting an elbow on the table, he craned his head to watch Jim out of curiosity even as the blonde went out of sight. "You know, I could help. Hope you're not tryin' to get me a second helpin'." He wasn't really hungry for more of the main course, but he knew Jim could get pretty hungry sometimes.

Though, he was dyin' of curiosity as he waited for Jim to come back.

Jim just hummed as he disappeared into the kitchen, setting the plates down on the sink. Bones could likely hear him move around for a little while, opening and closing the fridge door, then a couple of drawers, and after a short while he made his way back out with a couple of dessert plates with some pretty delicious-looking chocolate mint tart.

"Full disclosure, I didn't bake these. Obviously." He couldn't even manage roasted meat. "Got them on this really nice pastry place. This little leaf of mint, though? That was all me."

He grinned like that was something to be proud of, setting one of the plates down in front of Bones and handing him a fork and knife.

The stint of curiosity finally ended, he moved back in his chair to look at the little dessert tarts with a smile. Whether or not Jim actually made it was beside the point. It still made him smile and send Jim a warm amused look. "Did you now? Looks like you can add culinary chef to your list of titles, dalrin', cause that mint leaf just does it up right pretty."

Well, it did. But he was more teasing than anything else. "Not to mention all the health benefits of mint leaves." Nevermind they topped likely pure sugar and the like. Not that he minded. He could really enjoy pastries thanks to his ma's cooking. Taking the fork and the knife, he set then down before catching Jim's arm to pull him down so he could kiss him.

Granted, he was careful of not making Jim drop his own plate, but right then, he just really wanted to touch him. And that lingering kiss was just not quite enough. "So..." Tipping his head, he brushed their lips softly before finishing that statement. "Would I be a horrible person if I robbed you of that plate and dragged you into my lap? I don't see a label that says you have to be in you own chair to eat it."

He actually sort of expected Jim to say no. It was pretty forward for him... but really. Jim being on the other side of the table felt a little like a tragedy to him at the moment.

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