John peered in the box, nodding more to himself in appreciation (as subtle as it was) of the offering. "That was a very good choice, thank you," he told Em, not just being polite. Certainly something he could take great pleasure in making. Or melting, as the case may be.
"And I should hope it does smell delicious," John continued, turning the attention back to his barbeque, turning a few skewers with the tongs. "This one here-" and that was clearly Bobby, from his look, "can't get enough of my cooking. But it's really not any trouble inviting you. You're...one of us," he observed, dryly. And between John's pyromania and Bobby's capacity to make ice-cream, it wasn't like they could be themselves with most folks. Even if Em might have a few odd advantages in knowing them better than they knew her.
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Date: 2015-12-17 02:19 am (UTC)"And I should hope it does smell delicious," John continued, turning the attention back to his barbeque, turning a few skewers with the tongs. "This one here-" and that was clearly Bobby, from his look, "can't get enough of my cooking. But it's really not any trouble inviting you. You're...one of us," he observed, dryly. And between John's pyromania and Bobby's capacity to make ice-cream, it wasn't like they could be themselves with most folks. Even if Em might have a few odd advantages in knowing them better than they knew her.