"Obviously," she says. Well, fair enough. She supposes he's entitled to his weird Scottish opinions.
She quiets for the rest of the way home and leads him back upstairs; once there she sets things out and slides the movie disc into her computer.
"I've never seen this," she says. "Doesn't exist in my universe. But I figure anything called Die Hard has to be worthwhile, right?" She smiles at him and grabs the jar of olives. "Hey, look what I can do."
She opens the jar. The arm is still a little stiff and awkward but it's running about as smoothly as can be expected, and really, working with what they had, it's more than she could have hoped. She smiles, digs out an olive and pops it in her mouth.
"I'll make you a deal," she says after a moment. "Tonight you subscribe to my idea of fun. After that, I'll subscribe to your idea of work. And we'll... we'll figure out the secondary objective."
no subject
She quiets for the rest of the way home and leads him back upstairs; once there she sets things out and slides the movie disc into her computer.
"I've never seen this," she says. "Doesn't exist in my universe. But I figure anything called Die Hard has to be worthwhile, right?" She smiles at him and grabs the jar of olives. "Hey, look what I can do."
She opens the jar. The arm is still a little stiff and awkward but it's running about as smoothly as can be expected, and really, working with what they had, it's more than she could have hoped. She smiles, digs out an olive and pops it in her mouth.
"I'll make you a deal," she says after a moment. "Tonight you subscribe to my idea of fun. After that, I'll subscribe to your idea of work. And we'll... we'll figure out the secondary objective."
She glances up at him, meets his eyes. "Okay?"