"Yes, dear." He rolls his eyes good-naturedly as he finds some citron vodka and pours that in before padding to the fridge for their juice and some garnishes. Though he doesn't cook, he's a master with paring knife, making up a few orange peel twists for their drinks. "Straw or no straw?" He's leaning towards straw, plopping one in each drink expertly before he hears the answer, wiping his hands with a dish towel and carrying them over to the sofa, yet unopened deck of cards clenched between his teeth.
"Some things California does right," he finally says as an enter back into the factoid she'd offered earlier. He feels like he at least has to defend a place he'd called home for so long even if their pizza sucks. Leaning back against the cushions, he takes a long sip and closes his eyes. Perfection. Remembering himself, he offers the drink sideways to clink his glass against hers in a belated toast.
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Date: 2016-01-16 10:51 pm (UTC)"Some things California does right," he finally says as an enter back into the factoid she'd offered earlier. He feels like he at least has to defend a place he'd called home for so long even if their pizza sucks. Leaning back against the cushions, he takes a long sip and closes his eyes. Perfection. Remembering himself, he offers the drink sideways to clink his glass against hers in a belated toast.