[ emma tosses a flat look his way as she takes her plate to the counter. ]
I told you you wouldn't be seein' me much impaired tonight. I probably needed to eat, was all.
[ she hadn't been the same kind of drunk like that last time in the saloon, fortunately, and she at least has the coordination to start cleaning up after her meal. ]
Put this up, would you?
[ she glances back at him, a tiny twitch at her lips as she gestures to one of the pans. ]
Might as well earn your keep with some of that reach of yours.
[ Faraday grunts out a frustrated noise, arms going lax at his side and tipping his head back to the ceiling in a manner that would make many of Rose Creek's schoolchildren proud. ]
Fine.
[ And he drags out the word on a long exhale. The cards drop onto the table as he trudges over, stowing the pan she had pointed him toward. ]
You know, you wouldn't need my help so much if you just put this someplace within easy reach.
[ emma's actually pretty amused by his petulant display, just enjoying the sulky show as he comes up to take care of the pans for her. ]
But I also wouldn't have near so much space on my shelves.
[ her tone comes out dismissive, but the entertained twinkle hasn't left her eyes. ]
I know it's terribly demanding of your abilities to ask it of you, but I reckon you'll survive somehow. Seems there's nothin' in this world that can actually shake Joshua Faraday — so I doubt a pan will be your undoing.
[ For a long, rebellious moment, he remains as he is, staring her down with all the intensity of the moments before a shootout, nervous energy crackling in the air between them. Eyes narrowed and lips set into a thin, disapproving line.
But the moment is short-lived, and he huffs out an irritated breath through his nose, taking the pot from her waiting hand. ]
[ emma, being emma, doesn't even break eye contact with him as he fixes her with that stare, and she just watches and waits — until he finally takes the pot.
s u c c e s s. ]
The top shelf of that cupboard on your left will do. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't go putting it anywhere it oughtn't be.
[ and she turns away from him to go right back to finishing off the rest of the cleaning. ]
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I told you you wouldn't be seein' me much impaired tonight. I probably needed to eat, was all.
[ she hadn't been the same kind of drunk like that last time in the saloon, fortunately, and she at least has the coordination to start cleaning up after her meal. ]
Put this up, would you?
[ she glances back at him, a tiny twitch at her lips as she gestures to one of the pans. ]
Might as well earn your keep with some of that reach of yours.
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Fine.
[ And he drags out the word on a long exhale. The cards drop onto the table as he trudges over, stowing the pan she had pointed him toward. ]
You know, you wouldn't need my help so much if you just put this someplace within easy reach.
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But I also wouldn't have near so much space on my shelves.
[ her tone comes out dismissive, but the entertained twinkle hasn't left her eyes. ]
I know it's terribly demanding of your abilities to ask it of you, but I reckon you'll survive somehow. Seems there's nothin' in this world that can actually shake Joshua Faraday — so I doubt a pan will be your undoing.
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[ Still with that air of irritation, as if no man alive or dead has ever been so put-upon as Josh Faraday. ]
We might never know what might end me, oddity that I am. It could very well be some fiendish piece of cookware that leads to my downfall.
[ With the pot put away, he turns toward her, hands on his hips. ]
It's about as likely as anything.
[ it surely is not. ]
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Then on that day, I'll surely regret goin' so far as to ask you to put away a few of my dishes.
[ of course, she doubts it'll be her pots and pans that send his soul off; in fact, he'll likely outlast her, state that he's in.
...oh. that's not a thought she cares to dwell on, actually. ]
But until then— [ she reaches over, lifts one last pan and holds it out to him. ] —set this a touch higher.
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But the moment is short-lived, and he huffs out an irritated breath through his nose, taking the pot from her waiting hand. ]
How high, exactly? The roof, maybe?
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s u c c e s s. ]
The top shelf of that cupboard on your left will do. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't go putting it anywhere it oughtn't be.
[ and she turns away from him to go right back to finishing off the rest of the cleaning. ]