"A hundred times two, huh. Geez. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm allowed to put my name in for the first one, anymore, so instead I'll just go with the second." Rachyl arched a well-defined eyebrow at her lover, then shook her head with a smile. "Nyra has a real good idea, though. Put me in the happy-and-healthy pot, too."
Rachyl hopped off her stool and pulled open the shiny door of their brushed steel refrigerator. Fiddling around with the bottles on the appointed shelf, she realized all of the bottles standing there were new and unusual. Pulling out a double armful of bottles, she set them in a row in front of Nyra. "Okay we have... Raspberry poppyseed, pumpkin vinaigrette, miso, and apple ranch. Take a gander. Take a goose." She watched as Connie went to pick up one of the bottles. "No, silly, Nyra gander. Connie goose." She gave the smallest emphasis on the last word, and gave a head-twitch in Nyra's direction.
Pictures, Nurseries, and try not to burn the chicken.(private)
Meegan sat curled around Rachyl as the hammock moved in a gentle swing, powered by Rachyl's foot. Rachyl flipped through the seven photos in her hand over and over, while Meegan rubbed circles across her newly expanded belly. Rachyl's baby bump was more and more noticeable each day and Meegan loved the feel of it in her hands. The pictures were a bizarre sepia tint and showed mostly squashed faces. They were the stills from the 3D sonogram they had done earlier in the day.
Their two best friends were coming over for dinner and they planned to announce the amazing findings of that sonogram, as well as finalize some things for Nyra's painting in the nursery now that they knew the most important detail. That brought the dinner menu to her mind, on her counter sat enough salad makings to feed an army battalion, large nearly perfect portabella mushrooms, ready to go into a marinade identical to the one the four breasts of well trimmed free range organic chicken were currently soaking in. Winter squashes sat cut and seeded and covered in plastic until it was time to put them on the grill. All in all it would be a lovely dinner. Plus Meegan had a stash of Jersey cranberries hidden in the crisper drawer for Rachyl's dessert.
Grinning to herself she placed a soft kiss on her lover's cheek, and settled her head to look at the faces of their babies.
"Do you know what time it is?"
Rachyl
17 years ago
Connie
17 years ago
Connie agreed with the 'happy and healthy' pot suggestion. "Happy and healthy is really always best. Boy, girl, two of each or one of one and the other, they're still your children, and it is plain to see the love that is bringing them into the world will envelop and encompass them as they grow."
Arching an eyebrow at her strangely mushy thought, she was distracted by Rachyl's mention of goosing. She reached to the counter to pick up the pumpkin vinaigrette but was stopped by Rachyl's comment again. Goose. Right. "Sometimes wonder how blonde you really are, Stone," her brain snorted derisively. Connie took a step back from her spot against the island and walked around Nyra, her destination on the other side...
A mischievous smirk on her face over Nyra's head, looking at Rachyl, she reached out and gave Nyra's bottom a gentle squeeze on her way around.
Arching an eyebrow at her strangely mushy thought, she was distracted by Rachyl's mention of goosing. She reached to the counter to pick up the pumpkin vinaigrette but was stopped by Rachyl's comment again. Goose. Right. "Sometimes wonder how blonde you really are, Stone," her brain snorted derisively. Connie took a step back from her spot against the island and walked around Nyra, her destination on the other side...
A mischievous smirk on her face over Nyra's head, looking at Rachyl, she reached out and gave Nyra's bottom a gentle squeeze on her way around.
Nyra
17 years ago
Still chuckling at the thought of placing bets on your partner's due date she reached for the miso dressing. Lost in the label she jumped when Connie pinched her. Glaring at her own partner she shook her head and waved a finger.
"None of that!"
The smile peeking through probably ruined her stern words but it did not matter much. It was not like she had been terribly forceful with the action, but getting her butt groped while guests at a friends house was not Nyra's idea of appropriate. Turning on Rachyl she waved the same finger at her friend.
"No encouraging her young lady."
Putting the miso dressing off to one side she picked up the next one. Unfortunately the apple ranch was harboring dairy and the pumpkin had vague 'natural flavors' that always turned the vegan off. The raspberry and miso were both good but the later seemed to captivate her.
"I would like to try the Miso, though the Raspberry looks good as well."
Sneaking a piece of cucumber from its little bowl she crunched on the moist veggie while leaning against the counter. Smiling at her friends she enjoyed the kitchen and company completely.
"So what is keeping you two busy lately aside from the pregnancy? Anything fun?"
"None of that!"
The smile peeking through probably ruined her stern words but it did not matter much. It was not like she had been terribly forceful with the action, but getting her butt groped while guests at a friends house was not Nyra's idea of appropriate. Turning on Rachyl she waved the same finger at her friend.
"No encouraging her young lady."
Putting the miso dressing off to one side she picked up the next one. Unfortunately the apple ranch was harboring dairy and the pumpkin had vague 'natural flavors' that always turned the vegan off. The raspberry and miso were both good but the later seemed to captivate her.
"I would like to try the Miso, though the Raspberry looks good as well."
Sneaking a piece of cucumber from its little bowl she crunched on the moist veggie while leaning against the counter. Smiling at her friends she enjoyed the kitchen and company completely.
"So what is keeping you two busy lately aside from the pregnancy? Anything fun?"
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl smirked at Nyra and shrugged her shoulders at the admonishment. "If you were my girlfriend I'd want to cop a feel every now and then too. You're a beautiful woman, Nyra, and Connie is very lucky to have you." She offered a sincere smile to the artist. "Besides, unless I miss my guess, your exercising has given you a bit more of a tush to grab on to?"
Rachyl winked and pointed offhandedly at Meegan. "Her hands are full of sharp cutting objects. I don't want those hands anywhere near my ass, thanks, while they are. And I'm certainly not doing the same to her because I don't want her cutting herself. But I do appreciate a loving grope now and then," she admitted.
"Nothing too fancy, really, and not much has changed 'quantitatively'" Rachyl waggled her eyebrows "Though a lot of different things have taken on a much different 'quality'. Food's a bit different since we're trying to avoid stuff with a lot of hormones, especially since I have enough of my own running rampant. We've been getting a lot of organic foods except for the weekly cheesesteaks and chinese... Salads, fruits, stuff like that. Been trying to get the home computer set up so I can do some of my administrative duties for the office from home, but we're still in the process of recruiting a replacement for me. We figure what with who is coming, that I should be out at least six months, though we still have yet to decide that either way. The last couple weeks, up to today, have been a lot more administrative work, figuring things out, than revelling or recovering from the pregnancy deal."
Rachyl winked and pointed offhandedly at Meegan. "Her hands are full of sharp cutting objects. I don't want those hands anywhere near my ass, thanks, while they are. And I'm certainly not doing the same to her because I don't want her cutting herself. But I do appreciate a loving grope now and then," she admitted.
"Nothing too fancy, really, and not much has changed 'quantitatively'" Rachyl waggled her eyebrows "Though a lot of different things have taken on a much different 'quality'. Food's a bit different since we're trying to avoid stuff with a lot of hormones, especially since I have enough of my own running rampant. We've been getting a lot of organic foods except for the weekly cheesesteaks and chinese... Salads, fruits, stuff like that. Been trying to get the home computer set up so I can do some of my administrative duties for the office from home, but we're still in the process of recruiting a replacement for me. We figure what with who is coming, that I should be out at least six months, though we still have yet to decide that either way. The last couple weeks, up to today, have been a lot more administrative work, figuring things out, than revelling or recovering from the pregnancy deal."
Meegan
17 years ago
She gave Nyra's hand a playful swat when she stole the circle of vegetable.
"It's going to be hard to replace Rachyl, that's for damn sure." She swiped a wet towel across her board to remove the few tomato seeds that had escaped, and pulled a small bunch of broccoli and a small head of cauliflower, and chopped them into little green and white trees. "I'm thinking I'm going to go with a guy this time. My last three assistants have been women and I'm ready for a change of pace, not to mention a lower dose of estrogen."
She gave Rachyl a wink as she put the green and white forest into a bowl, the board swiped again and a small bag of baby carrots was poured on to it. A timer went off and Meegan put her knife down, picked up the cookie sheet with the squash on it. "Excuse me, I'll be right back."
She slipped her feet into shoes at the door and went out onto the deck and slipped the foil packets onto the grill, closed the lid and went back inside. "Nyra I drowned those in vegan butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, and unrefined brown sugar. Is that alright? I've found I like the vegan butter better, it's not as rich but it melts much better than margerin or those yogurt spreads."
She went back to her cutting board after a stop at the fridge to set the timer for the squash. "This salad is almost done if you want to get out the salad bowls and take everything to the kitchen table. We'll eat our first course in here then the main and dessert in the sunroom with the wood stove burning. Speaking of..." She crossed the kitchen to the glass door set in the wall and peered in toward the far corner, she could see flames licking the back of the cast iron stove's door and smiled.
"Oh good, I was worried Jan had forgotten."
((ooc Jan, by the way, is their housekeeper. She never had a name before so I made one up. =D))
"It's going to be hard to replace Rachyl, that's for damn sure." She swiped a wet towel across her board to remove the few tomato seeds that had escaped, and pulled a small bunch of broccoli and a small head of cauliflower, and chopped them into little green and white trees. "I'm thinking I'm going to go with a guy this time. My last three assistants have been women and I'm ready for a change of pace, not to mention a lower dose of estrogen."
She gave Rachyl a wink as she put the green and white forest into a bowl, the board swiped again and a small bag of baby carrots was poured on to it. A timer went off and Meegan put her knife down, picked up the cookie sheet with the squash on it. "Excuse me, I'll be right back."
She slipped her feet into shoes at the door and went out onto the deck and slipped the foil packets onto the grill, closed the lid and went back inside. "Nyra I drowned those in vegan butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, and unrefined brown sugar. Is that alright? I've found I like the vegan butter better, it's not as rich but it melts much better than margerin or those yogurt spreads."
She went back to her cutting board after a stop at the fridge to set the timer for the squash. "This salad is almost done if you want to get out the salad bowls and take everything to the kitchen table. We'll eat our first course in here then the main and dessert in the sunroom with the wood stove burning. Speaking of..." She crossed the kitchen to the glass door set in the wall and peered in toward the far corner, she could see flames licking the back of the cast iron stove's door and smiled.
"Oh good, I was worried Jan had forgotten."
((ooc Jan, by the way, is their housekeeper. She never had a name before so I made one up. =D))
Rachyl
17 years ago
"I agree, for the most part. Jill was just a little too weird." The petite blonde had started out strong. Then she slowly dyed her hair to match Rachyl's, and began wearing similar fashions as the designer's true assistant did, often coming to the office late presumably for a 'costume change'. With some of the horror stories about identity theft or even the multiple life-stealing movies Hollywood seemed to throw up every year, Meegan had thought it best to send Jill on her way. "But you can't get a fully red-blooded guy or he'll spend too much time ogling, as opposed to working. Well, unless he knew what was good for him, or some sort of actual professional. You couldn't get a gay man because you'd likely end up with someone questioning all your fashion designs. So then, I guess you'd need someone asexual." Rachyl's tone of voice was matter-of-fact as she came to that conclusion and simply shrugged, as if it were a done-deal, case closed, final answer Regis.
Nyra
17 years ago
Nyra had carefully refrained from snatching more veggies, tempting though they be, after that warning shot from Meegan. Still she smiled and listened to the troubles of finding good people to work for and with. It puzzled her somewhat, as she found she did not have too much trouble with most people, though she knew herself to be quite the absentminded artist. Some of what Rachyl told them shocked her so much that she realized she was standing, open mouthed with a crispy veggie paused six inches from her mouth. She must look ridiculous was her main thought as she blinked, closed her mouth and lowered the cucumber.
"Now, I am not questioning Meegan's obvious and substantial attractiveness, but why couldn't she get just anyone? I mean, a professional would hopefully act as such and not, well, ogle."
Turning confused and very unsure eyes to Connie she looked to her partner for affirmation. "Right?"
Feeling quite sheltered but sure of her very businesslike relationships with her manager, account, and even Bertrand the gallery manager, Nyra hoped that the world really was as she saw it.
"Now, I am not questioning Meegan's obvious and substantial attractiveness, but why couldn't she get just anyone? I mean, a professional would hopefully act as such and not, well, ogle."
Turning confused and very unsure eyes to Connie she looked to her partner for affirmation. "Right?"
Feeling quite sheltered but sure of her very businesslike relationships with her manager, account, and even Bertrand the gallery manager, Nyra hoped that the world really was as she saw it.
Connie
17 years ago
Connie's first instinct was to respond to Meegan's plan to eat the first course in the kitchen or dining room, then the remainder of the meal in the sunroom... After all, she was a vampire, and eating in the sun - or doing anything in the sun - didn't agree with her. But then she gauged the time, and estimated how long she thought they might actually take to eat the salad, and realized they'd be going out into the sunroom after the sun was mostly down.
Arching a brow at Rachyl's blunt statement, the vampire was able to - somehow - withhold a snicker. It was a laugh-worth comment, but not a laughing matter. Connie had finally pried the goings-on surrounding that Jill girl out of Meegan but had allowed that whole conversation to get twisted and changed. She knew the situation was a bit difficult for either of their friends to dwell on. Part of her wanted to change the current tone of conversation also, but she took Nyra's question and answered it; sometimes her lover's naivete was endearing, and sometimes it could be dangerous. She did so love her, even so.
"A professional would, you would hope. But as they discovered, even the most consummate professional could be tempted. While I think Rachyl was being a bit facetious, she was also being logically blunt. Searching for such traits could be warranted, but as Meegan knows, discovering them is also not part of the typical hiring process. I also know that the extreme turnover Meegan has had recently in her assistant position is not good for her, and by extension the company. She needs to find someone stable steady and straight - and by straight I mean not easily tempted, overly twisted or a twittering twit. So in my alliterative rambling... You're right. A professional would hopefully act as such."
Arching a brow at Rachyl's blunt statement, the vampire was able to - somehow - withhold a snicker. It was a laugh-worth comment, but not a laughing matter. Connie had finally pried the goings-on surrounding that Jill girl out of Meegan but had allowed that whole conversation to get twisted and changed. She knew the situation was a bit difficult for either of their friends to dwell on. Part of her wanted to change the current tone of conversation also, but she took Nyra's question and answered it; sometimes her lover's naivete was endearing, and sometimes it could be dangerous. She did so love her, even so.
"A professional would, you would hope. But as they discovered, even the most consummate professional could be tempted. While I think Rachyl was being a bit facetious, she was also being logically blunt. Searching for such traits could be warranted, but as Meegan knows, discovering them is also not part of the typical hiring process. I also know that the extreme turnover Meegan has had recently in her assistant position is not good for her, and by extension the company. She needs to find someone stable steady and straight - and by straight I mean not easily tempted, overly twisted or a twittering twit. So in my alliterative rambling... You're right. A professional would hopefully act as such."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan started putting bowls on the counter for Rachyl to move to the table.
"I think Rach may have picked the wrong word there. Ogling is certainly a hazard in our business, but I'm fairly certain she meant we, I, need someone who is rather like her with out being...like her. Someone who can come in, do the job, put up with my idiosyncracies, and not turn out to be a lunatic in the process. It's not an easy job, and I require a lot from my assistant. So hopefully we'll find a good fit soon and I can get on with my work. I'm almost caught up to the five seasons ahead schedule that I want to be before the babies are born so that I can take time off and not miss deadlines."
She pulled the container of organic baby greens out of the fridge and dumped it into a large ebony bowl, tossed it with matching salad tongs to fluff everything up, then placed it on the counter as well. She scooted around Connie, and pulled four matching bowls from the cabinet, and forks from the drawer beneath them, and set those on the counter. Picking up knife and cutting board she went to the sink and gave them a quick wash.
"Let's sit down, shall we?"
She dried her hands on a kitchen towel and brought the wine and corkscrew to the table, since Rachyl had already placed glasses and juice out. "Let's all get a glass of something and Rachyl and I can make our announcement and we can not talk about icky work problems."
She waggled her eyebrows and gave a genuinely excited smile as she peeled the gold foil from the wine bottle. She really didn't want to talk about work, so this would hopefully keep the subject out of their conversation.
"I think Rach may have picked the wrong word there. Ogling is certainly a hazard in our business, but I'm fairly certain she meant we, I, need someone who is rather like her with out being...like her. Someone who can come in, do the job, put up with my idiosyncracies, and not turn out to be a lunatic in the process. It's not an easy job, and I require a lot from my assistant. So hopefully we'll find a good fit soon and I can get on with my work. I'm almost caught up to the five seasons ahead schedule that I want to be before the babies are born so that I can take time off and not miss deadlines."
She pulled the container of organic baby greens out of the fridge and dumped it into a large ebony bowl, tossed it with matching salad tongs to fluff everything up, then placed it on the counter as well. She scooted around Connie, and pulled four matching bowls from the cabinet, and forks from the drawer beneath them, and set those on the counter. Picking up knife and cutting board she went to the sink and gave them a quick wash.
"Let's sit down, shall we?"
She dried her hands on a kitchen towel and brought the wine and corkscrew to the table, since Rachyl had already placed glasses and juice out. "Let's all get a glass of something and Rachyl and I can make our announcement and we can not talk about icky work problems."
She waggled her eyebrows and gave a genuinely excited smile as she peeled the gold foil from the wine bottle. She really didn't want to talk about work, so this would hopefully keep the subject out of their conversation.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Racyl feigned a gasp. "You, Meegan? Idiosyncrasies? Did you get those with your last tetanus booster or what? Because I'm not sure if I remember you ever having any of those..." She batted her eyelashes playfully at Meegan and made kissy faces. Unable to contain a wry smirk, she simply shrugged. "While it is true Meegan has her way of working, any employer would... So that is not a weird request in any event."
Rachyl slid off the stool she'd chosen and took two steps to reach the nook table. Choosing a side seat - in case she needed to get up for the restroom - she twitched her head while looking at Connie and Nyra. When Meegan mentioned a 'glass of something' her eyes lit up and she began reciting a menu of choices; it had become a regular joke, if almost now an old one, that Rachyl requested things she couldn't have. "Nice tall glass of Guinness with lots of head. Oh and how about a dry chardonnay? Oh oh oh and while you're at it, I'd like a grey goose martini. Though that pomegranate juice... I think I'm actually salivating over that."
Rachyl slid off the stool she'd chosen and took two steps to reach the nook table. Choosing a side seat - in case she needed to get up for the restroom - she twitched her head while looking at Connie and Nyra. When Meegan mentioned a 'glass of something' her eyes lit up and she began reciting a menu of choices; it had become a regular joke, if almost now an old one, that Rachyl requested things she couldn't have. "Nice tall glass of Guinness with lots of head. Oh and how about a dry chardonnay? Oh oh oh and while you're at it, I'd like a grey goose martini. Though that pomegranate juice... I think I'm actually salivating over that."
Nyra
17 years ago
Nyra was sure people were tired of explaining to her how the 'real world worked' but so far she had rarely if ever seen it. Shaking her head at the sad life some people lead, trapped in a crazy and unhappy world, she wished them all peace and happiness before putting it out of her mind. She felt very content and happy in her world where things like that did not happen or did not bother her.
Following Meegan to the table she picked a seat and sat down while rolling her eyes at Rachyl's listing of drinks. Plopping an elbow on the table and her chin in her hand she smiled at the red head.
"If no one minds, I would like to partake in the Pom Juice. Rachyl can simply sit there thirsty thinking of those disallowed drinks."
Laughing and dropping the pose she inspected the salad offerings once more. The fact that everything looked amazing was nothing unexpected but the freshness of the tomatoes was. Her fingers wiggled in hopes of snatching a bright globe from its bowl but she restrained herself.
"Where do you find such amazing produce? The store I am shopping at simply doesn't have ripe tomatoes at all."
Following Meegan to the table she picked a seat and sat down while rolling her eyes at Rachyl's listing of drinks. Plopping an elbow on the table and her chin in her hand she smiled at the red head.
"If no one minds, I would like to partake in the Pom Juice. Rachyl can simply sit there thirsty thinking of those disallowed drinks."
Laughing and dropping the pose she inspected the salad offerings once more. The fact that everything looked amazing was nothing unexpected but the freshness of the tomatoes was. Her fingers wiggled in hopes of snatching a bright globe from its bowl but she restrained herself.
"Where do you find such amazing produce? The store I am shopping at simply doesn't have ripe tomatoes at all."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan laughed at Nyra's response to what had become an almost tiring joke from Rachyl. "I think that is a very proper punishment for her."
The cork came from the wine with a nice little pop and she poured the two wine glasses half full, and handed one to Connie, while Rachyl did the same with the Pom Juice and Nyra.
"We get it from a little co-op not four blocks from here. It's all organic, so that helps, but I think the tomatoes are hot house grown. I'd have to double check with the produce guy there."
The cork came from the wine with a nice little pop and she poured the two wine glasses half full, and handed one to Connie, while Rachyl did the same with the Pom Juice and Nyra.
"We get it from a little co-op not four blocks from here. It's all organic, so that helps, but I think the tomatoes are hot house grown. I'd have to double check with the produce guy there."
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl theatrically feigned a monstrous pout, and with a sad whiny voice said, "See this?" and she pointed to her face, now tilted back somewhat, her tongue hanging out fat and dry. "No pommy-pom pom makes for a parched mommy mom-mom." Rolling her eyes at herself, she giggled and began to pour the juice for herself and the artist. "See what you did? You went and made me theatrical. For shame!" Giggling again, she passed the glass to Nyra.
Passing salad forks and napkins around to her friends and lover from the pile at the edge of the table, Rachyl took the offered salad serving tongs from Meegan. "Me first? Here I'd have thought Mistress Chef would care to do the honors..." Smiling her thanks, Rachyl doled out a portion of the salad from the bowl, then slid the seperated bowlful to the center of the table. "Growing babies, don't you know," she commented quickly, pulling the serving bowl closer to her chest. Pressing her lips together in a "that's right!" expression, the pregnant redhead then raised her fork into a salad-stabbing position over the larger serving bowl. Head down, she poked at the salad once or twice, before looking up through her curled lashes. Her tight lips had broken into a smile and as she made eye contact with the beautiful designer across the table, she began to snicker and snort.
Dropping the fork into the serving bowl Rachyl began to laugh uproariously. Through peals of laughter and hands wiping tears from her face, she managed to say, "I'm sorry but," sob "except for Meegan and doctors," sigh "my allotment of human contact has been rather short this week and for" squealing wheeze "as much as I love Meegan, you all know I tend to like more people in Rachyl-land and well" shuddering sigh followed by a few random snicker-giggles "that was just too funny to pass up." Rachyl's breath came short and shallow as she dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a flowery napkin, then dropped her hands to her lap. Cheeks and nose blushingly red, eyes sparkly still with laughter tears, Rachyl looked at each of her dinner companions apologetically as she got her silly sobs under control.
Passing salad forks and napkins around to her friends and lover from the pile at the edge of the table, Rachyl took the offered salad serving tongs from Meegan. "Me first? Here I'd have thought Mistress Chef would care to do the honors..." Smiling her thanks, Rachyl doled out a portion of the salad from the bowl, then slid the seperated bowlful to the center of the table. "Growing babies, don't you know," she commented quickly, pulling the serving bowl closer to her chest. Pressing her lips together in a "that's right!" expression, the pregnant redhead then raised her fork into a salad-stabbing position over the larger serving bowl. Head down, she poked at the salad once or twice, before looking up through her curled lashes. Her tight lips had broken into a smile and as she made eye contact with the beautiful designer across the table, she began to snicker and snort.
Dropping the fork into the serving bowl Rachyl began to laugh uproariously. Through peals of laughter and hands wiping tears from her face, she managed to say, "I'm sorry but," sob "except for Meegan and doctors," sigh "my allotment of human contact has been rather short this week and for" squealing wheeze "as much as I love Meegan, you all know I tend to like more people in Rachyl-land and well" shuddering sigh followed by a few random snicker-giggles "that was just too funny to pass up." Rachyl's breath came short and shallow as she dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a flowery napkin, then dropped her hands to her lap. Cheeks and nose blushingly red, eyes sparkly still with laughter tears, Rachyl looked at each of her dinner companions apologetically as she got her silly sobs under control.
Nyra
17 years ago
Nyra had not heard of the store Meegan spoke of but was quite impressed. As she accepted the fork and napkin from Rachyl she smiled brightly with a hopeful look.
"Do you think you could write down some directions? I would love to check it out since I haven't heard of it!"
She was distracted by Rachyl's silly actions that really did not make much sense to the artist. Cocking her head to the side she frowned slightly, trying to determine just what the red head was doing and / or found so funny. Nothing came to her so she looked at Connie with a puzzled expression and shrugged, giggling slightly.
"If you eat all the salad that just means more mushrooms for me then, Rachyl!"
"Do you think you could write down some directions? I would love to check it out since I haven't heard of it!"
She was distracted by Rachyl's silly actions that really did not make much sense to the artist. Cocking her head to the side she frowned slightly, trying to determine just what the red head was doing and / or found so funny. Nothing came to her so she looked at Connie with a puzzled expression and shrugged, giggling slightly.
"If you eat all the salad that just means more mushrooms for me then, Rachyl!"
Connie
17 years ago
Connie shook her head at the theatrics and following hysterics offered by Rachyl. Giggling herself, she shrugged with one shoulder but made a motion to the glass in front of her. "Salad sounds like a wonderful idea, really, but we don't want to break the order of propriety without having our toast and news first, no?"
Meegan had said "glass of something" and not "stolen bowls of salad." While the vampire did sympathize with the hungry mother-to-be - the salad did look and smell delicious - as the hostess... Meegan had the right of way. Nudging Nyra gently, she glanced at Meegan and flicked her eyes towards the designer's glass.
Meegan had said "glass of something" and not "stolen bowls of salad." While the vampire did sympathize with the hungry mother-to-be - the salad did look and smell delicious - as the hostess... Meegan had the right of way. Nudging Nyra gently, she glanced at Meegan and flicked her eyes towards the designer's glass.
Nyra
17 years ago
It took Nyra a minute to decipher just what Connie was asking of her. By then she was sure Meegan was completely aware of the intention even though she herself was not. Finally the word 'toast' made its way into her brain, not as a dry bread meaning but a salutation. It made her wonder how she could be that slow on the up take but while she was berating herself she realized she had not done as Connie asked.
Shaking her head just slightly as if waking up she lifted her glass and waited.
Shaking her head just slightly as if waking up she lifted her glass and waited.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan watched Rachyl, and did her best not to frown at her. There were things that Rachyl did that Meegan just did not understand. This seemed to be one of them, however odd and slightly irritating it was, it was still incredibly endearing. Meegan chuckled and shook her head as Rachyl calmed herself and Connie spoke. Meegan lifted her own glass and when Rachyl had done the same she gave her lover a warm smile and turned her attention to Connie and Nyra.
"Here is to a house full of girls!"
Meegan lifted her glass a bit more and waited for Connie and Nyra to react.
"Here is to a house full of girls!"
Meegan lifted her glass a bit more and waited for Connie and Nyra to react.
Connie
17 years ago
Connie had a brief mental image of some very strong tension wires snap as Meegan snickered at Rachyl's antics. The vampire did find them a bit amusing, a tad confusing, but perhaps the redhead was right. She was definately a people person. Even if defined by 'people person' meant 'surrounded by friends and family' and not so much a gregarious people-whore. She too raised her glass and waited for Nyra to do the same.
"To a house full of girls!" Her stormy orbs moved from shining lover's face to glowing mother's. Their beaming smiles held no guile or 'oh wait there's more!' in their expressions when suddenly the enormity of that simple statement hit Connie. "To... girls? Two girls! Here's to a house full of girls! Yeeeee-hah!"
That last rebel yell was a bit muted for what Connie actually wanted to express, to display her happiness and joy for her friends, but she didn't want to hurt any ears or shock anyone into dropping a glass.
"To a house full of girls!" Her stormy orbs moved from shining lover's face to glowing mother's. Their beaming smiles held no guile or 'oh wait there's more!' in their expressions when suddenly the enormity of that simple statement hit Connie. "To... girls? Two girls! Here's to a house full of girls! Yeeeee-hah!"
That last rebel yell was a bit muted for what Connie actually wanted to express, to display her happiness and joy for her friends, but she didn't want to hurt any ears or shock anyone into dropping a glass.
Nyra
17 years ago
At Meegan's announcement and Connie's whoop of joy had Nyra bouncing in her seat excitedly. Clinking her glass of juice with the other raised glasses she smiled teary eyed at her friend. "Congratulations, I am so happy for you both!"
Girls were lovely and she thought that between the two of them they could deal with everything from 3 am feedings to potty training to climbing trees to school plays. In her mind Meegan would probably instill the grace and poise while Rachyl provided the sense of humor and joy of life. Yes, these lucky little girls would be blessed. The artist even hoped to get in on the fun with things like finger paints and play dough.
Girls were lovely and she thought that between the two of them they could deal with everything from 3 am feedings to potty training to climbing trees to school plays. In her mind Meegan would probably instill the grace and poise while Rachyl provided the sense of humor and joy of life. Yes, these lucky little girls would be blessed. The artist even hoped to get in on the fun with things like finger paints and play dough.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl had trouble keeping the smile from her face long enough to sip from her glass of pomegranate juice. After all, it just wouldn't do to be the only member of the toast to not drink! The sweet beverage had a bit of a tart grab to it as she swallowed, but it was so very refreshing she couldn't resist a second sip.
Intertwining her fingers with Meegan's, she beamed at the accountant and artist before her. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much your well-wishes mean to us. Well then again perhaps you do. I'd be jumping around like a loon but for the double-baby-belly and the fact that Meegan's holding me down," she said with a grin, holding their hands above the table, "is keeping it safe for all of us."
Rachyl offered a wink to all three women and sipped again from her glass before setting it down. "I'd also like to offer one of my own..." Raising her glass again, she tilted it to Connie and Nyra, and then looked at Meegan, then the other women in turn. "To three of the best friends a girl could ask for. Thanks for dealing with me and my idiosyncrasies that have been magnified during this whole pregnancy. You ladies are awesome." As Rachyl smiled at them, a small tear gathered at the corner of each of her eyes while she waited for them to return the toast.
Intertwining her fingers with Meegan's, she beamed at the accountant and artist before her. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much your well-wishes mean to us. Well then again perhaps you do. I'd be jumping around like a loon but for the double-baby-belly and the fact that Meegan's holding me down," she said with a grin, holding their hands above the table, "is keeping it safe for all of us."
Rachyl offered a wink to all three women and sipped again from her glass before setting it down. "I'd also like to offer one of my own..." Raising her glass again, she tilted it to Connie and Nyra, and then looked at Meegan, then the other women in turn. "To three of the best friends a girl could ask for. Thanks for dealing with me and my idiosyncrasies that have been magnified during this whole pregnancy. You ladies are awesome." As Rachyl smiled at them, a small tear gathered at the corner of each of her eyes while she waited for them to return the toast.