LOG: Terry & Wade, Cookie run
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xp_logsBackdated to October 17. Wade and Terry get introduced over milk and cookies.
The mansion is never truly dark, so there is no need for lights in the kitchen, right? Terry had given up on trying to sleep pressed as far away from the bed's other occupant about half an hour earlier, and so had wandered downstairs. Not particularly on the prowl for cookies, but they were there, and waiting, so why not? The refrigerator light shone out on her baggy-legged pajamas and thin-strapped tank top while she poured a glass of milk.
"Someone other than me is cookie ninja-ing?" Wade asked, eyebrows rising as he paused in the kitchen doorway. "Did you find the chocolate chip ones with nuts? Cause I found some butterscotch things but I was looking for the nutty chocolate chip ones."
Terry jumped, fumbling the milk carton and only managing to avoid a milky mess by slamming it on the nearest counter. She swore, something gaelic and sounding much prettier than her tone would lead one to believe, then looked over at him through a tangle of hair. She breathed in and exhaled slowly, then twitched her head to shake her hair out of her face and barked a rattled, "What?!"
Wade tipped his head to the side just a little. He didn't know what she'd said when she swore, but he knew it, combined with the hair and the accent when she'd said 'what,' pegged her pretty much all Irish. "The chocolate chip cookies with nuts," he said carefully, enunciating each word before raising his eyebrows. "I found some delightful baked goods but they weren't the ones I was looking for and since it seems like you're cookie ninja-ing in the middle of the night, much like myself, I figured I'd ask if you'd found them. Though really, you're not exactly dressed for proper cookie ninja-ing. I'm certain Jubilee would agree with me on that front." He indicated her baggie PJ bottoms and her top, neither of which were black.
"Jubilee," Terry retorted precisely, her accent clanging sharp notes on her words, "Could ninja sugar flashing neon signs and blaring a raid siren." That said, she stopped and blinked at him, frowning slightly. He didn't strike her as a infiltration-expert of questionable motives. They didn't usually stop for cookies. "I stopped at the peanut butter ones meself," she admitted, jerking her chin at a container pulled from who knows where. "But there might be others. Who are you?"
"Wade Wilson," Wade said, grinning widely. Giving the lady a little mocking half-bow before waggling his eyebrows and heading over to check the nooks and crannies of the kitchen around the place where he'd found the butterscotch cookies. "Currently employed by no one to do nothing but find some cookies, teach Matt how to defend himself, and build amphibious VW Beetles. But not really the last part, honestly, Korvus and I just did that for funsies. What about you?"
"Terry Cassidy," she said, turning as he moved to keep squared up and ended up with her back against the counter. She folded her arms in front of her and gave his waggling brows a fishy look, then deadpans, "Currently employed by INTERPOL to catch cookie thieves and stop all manner o' funsies. An amphibious Beetle? Does seem appropriate."
"Then it's a good thing my cookie thieving ways are just a cover for a heart-of-gold cow farmer looking to further the happiness and productivity of his cows," Wade said, nodding solemnly. "I mean, what better way to do that than to find the perfect combination of milk and cookie and then promote it worldwide? Seriously. Also, I feel like you insulted me, but," he pulled a bag off the top of the refrigerator and opened it, sniffing to see what kind of cookies were in it. "But! I think I just found some snickerdoodles, so I'm going to let the insult pass and chow down, instead. Those chocolate chip and nut cookies have to be around here somewhere."
"Funny, you are not looking like a cow," Terry teased, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth while she watched him. "That's very big o' you," she said in response to the insult comment.
Wade meandered over to Terry, his bag of snickerdoodles in hand, and stole the milk from her. "What can I say?" He asked, getting two glasses down from the cupboard. "I'm a big guy." He waggled his eyebrows.
"Hey!" she protested his milk thievery and reached after it, though not very vigorously, and she retreated to lean her hip against the counter as he got the glasses down. Her eyes widened and twinkled under the effort of suppressing her slightly wary amusement. "Och, are y' now? Inside and out?"
Sliding the first glass he'd filled with milk along the counter to her, Wade finished pouring the second and then closed the carton before pointing at his head. "I'm 6'2". Which is pretty much almost a foot taller than you, but I'm just eyeballing it at the moment. So comparatively, I'm bigger than you on the outside, which I'm pretty sure automatically means I'm bigger than you on the inside." His finger shifted downward to point at his stomach, which he then poked.
"Your logic is inescapable," Terry murmured, taking up the offered glass and carrying it further down the counter, sideglancing his tummy poke. "I think you are supposed to be giggling now," she pointed out, reaching for a plate holding a set of peanut butter cookies scrounged earlier.
"I am not the Pillsbury Dough Boy," Wade said with some dignity, opening his bag of sugary deliciousness and pulling one out. It wasn't the same as dunking chocolate chip cookies into milk, but it would have to do. "I will not giggle when I am poked. Especially not if I'm the one doing the poking. If someone else was doing it, well maybe." Cookie in milk, cookie out of milk, cookie in mouth. "Mm..." That was tasty.
Terry stared at him for a moment, eyes widening with mischievous amusement. "Was that an invitation?" she asked, planting elbows on the counter and leaning forward, her head turned to look at him.
Wade waggled his eyebrows since his mouth was full of sugar, cinnamon, and milk. If she wanted to take it as an invitation to tickle him, he was more than willing to let her. Mostly because he wasn't actually sure it was physically possible for him to giggle.
For split second, maybe, Terry considered tickling a strange man while alone in the dark with him. She stuffed her mouth with a cookie instead and ballooned her cheeks at him.
Swallowing his cookie with a sip of milk, Wade laughed. "Now that's an attractive look."
Terry was slower to swallow her own bite, doing so with almost deliberate movements as she shifted her feet and pushed herself upright. "You should see me eat cake," she teased airily, even going so far as to flip her hair before she broke down into a more sincere grin.
"I'll bet you wind up with icing on your nose," Wade said, nodding sagely. He dunked another cookie, letting it sit in the milk to soften up a bit. "And your cheek."
"Pfft. Only when I am wanting it to," Terry answered, letting her accent splash heavier on her words.
Wade wished he had a conveniently placed cake. Or cupcake, for that matter. He'd smear a fingerful of icing on the petite redhead's nose just to see the look on her face.
Terry arched her brow and smirked, perhaps reading his impulse in his expression, perhaps it's just what she would have wanted to do when presented with a line like that. "Well, Dough Boy..." she drawled, sliding her plate and glass up from the counter top. "Do not eat too many of those chocolate chip ones, if you find them. They will be keeping you up all night."
"Will they, now?" Wade asked, doing a passable imitation of her accent. He laughed a little, though, and shook his head. "Nah, I'm just about to head back into the city now, anyway. I figured I'd take the rest of the snickerdoodles with me, though. Finish off my glass of milk."
"That they will," Terry replied, smile firmly in place. "Milk is good for you. Healthy bones, growing boy," she added in a 'yadda yadda' tone of voice as she turned to head for the doorway.
"Nighty night, my redheaded cookie monster." Wade fingerwaved at her as she left the room, grinning and shaking his head. Marie-Ange would like the snickerdoodles, he bet. And if she was up as late as she'd been the last few nights, she could probably use the boost to her blood sugar.
The mansion is never truly dark, so there is no need for lights in the kitchen, right? Terry had given up on trying to sleep pressed as far away from the bed's other occupant about half an hour earlier, and so had wandered downstairs. Not particularly on the prowl for cookies, but they were there, and waiting, so why not? The refrigerator light shone out on her baggy-legged pajamas and thin-strapped tank top while she poured a glass of milk.
"Someone other than me is cookie ninja-ing?" Wade asked, eyebrows rising as he paused in the kitchen doorway. "Did you find the chocolate chip ones with nuts? Cause I found some butterscotch things but I was looking for the nutty chocolate chip ones."
Terry jumped, fumbling the milk carton and only managing to avoid a milky mess by slamming it on the nearest counter. She swore, something gaelic and sounding much prettier than her tone would lead one to believe, then looked over at him through a tangle of hair. She breathed in and exhaled slowly, then twitched her head to shake her hair out of her face and barked a rattled, "What?!"
Wade tipped his head to the side just a little. He didn't know what she'd said when she swore, but he knew it, combined with the hair and the accent when she'd said 'what,' pegged her pretty much all Irish. "The chocolate chip cookies with nuts," he said carefully, enunciating each word before raising his eyebrows. "I found some delightful baked goods but they weren't the ones I was looking for and since it seems like you're cookie ninja-ing in the middle of the night, much like myself, I figured I'd ask if you'd found them. Though really, you're not exactly dressed for proper cookie ninja-ing. I'm certain Jubilee would agree with me on that front." He indicated her baggie PJ bottoms and her top, neither of which were black.
"Jubilee," Terry retorted precisely, her accent clanging sharp notes on her words, "Could ninja sugar flashing neon signs and blaring a raid siren." That said, she stopped and blinked at him, frowning slightly. He didn't strike her as a infiltration-expert of questionable motives. They didn't usually stop for cookies. "I stopped at the peanut butter ones meself," she admitted, jerking her chin at a container pulled from who knows where. "But there might be others. Who are you?"
"Wade Wilson," Wade said, grinning widely. Giving the lady a little mocking half-bow before waggling his eyebrows and heading over to check the nooks and crannies of the kitchen around the place where he'd found the butterscotch cookies. "Currently employed by no one to do nothing but find some cookies, teach Matt how to defend himself, and build amphibious VW Beetles. But not really the last part, honestly, Korvus and I just did that for funsies. What about you?"
"Terry Cassidy," she said, turning as he moved to keep squared up and ended up with her back against the counter. She folded her arms in front of her and gave his waggling brows a fishy look, then deadpans, "Currently employed by INTERPOL to catch cookie thieves and stop all manner o' funsies. An amphibious Beetle? Does seem appropriate."
"Then it's a good thing my cookie thieving ways are just a cover for a heart-of-gold cow farmer looking to further the happiness and productivity of his cows," Wade said, nodding solemnly. "I mean, what better way to do that than to find the perfect combination of milk and cookie and then promote it worldwide? Seriously. Also, I feel like you insulted me, but," he pulled a bag off the top of the refrigerator and opened it, sniffing to see what kind of cookies were in it. "But! I think I just found some snickerdoodles, so I'm going to let the insult pass and chow down, instead. Those chocolate chip and nut cookies have to be around here somewhere."
"Funny, you are not looking like a cow," Terry teased, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth while she watched him. "That's very big o' you," she said in response to the insult comment.
Wade meandered over to Terry, his bag of snickerdoodles in hand, and stole the milk from her. "What can I say?" He asked, getting two glasses down from the cupboard. "I'm a big guy." He waggled his eyebrows.
"Hey!" she protested his milk thievery and reached after it, though not very vigorously, and she retreated to lean her hip against the counter as he got the glasses down. Her eyes widened and twinkled under the effort of suppressing her slightly wary amusement. "Och, are y' now? Inside and out?"
Sliding the first glass he'd filled with milk along the counter to her, Wade finished pouring the second and then closed the carton before pointing at his head. "I'm 6'2". Which is pretty much almost a foot taller than you, but I'm just eyeballing it at the moment. So comparatively, I'm bigger than you on the outside, which I'm pretty sure automatically means I'm bigger than you on the inside." His finger shifted downward to point at his stomach, which he then poked.
"Your logic is inescapable," Terry murmured, taking up the offered glass and carrying it further down the counter, sideglancing his tummy poke. "I think you are supposed to be giggling now," she pointed out, reaching for a plate holding a set of peanut butter cookies scrounged earlier.
"I am not the Pillsbury Dough Boy," Wade said with some dignity, opening his bag of sugary deliciousness and pulling one out. It wasn't the same as dunking chocolate chip cookies into milk, but it would have to do. "I will not giggle when I am poked. Especially not if I'm the one doing the poking. If someone else was doing it, well maybe." Cookie in milk, cookie out of milk, cookie in mouth. "Mm..." That was tasty.
Terry stared at him for a moment, eyes widening with mischievous amusement. "Was that an invitation?" she asked, planting elbows on the counter and leaning forward, her head turned to look at him.
Wade waggled his eyebrows since his mouth was full of sugar, cinnamon, and milk. If she wanted to take it as an invitation to tickle him, he was more than willing to let her. Mostly because he wasn't actually sure it was physically possible for him to giggle.
For split second, maybe, Terry considered tickling a strange man while alone in the dark with him. She stuffed her mouth with a cookie instead and ballooned her cheeks at him.
Swallowing his cookie with a sip of milk, Wade laughed. "Now that's an attractive look."
Terry was slower to swallow her own bite, doing so with almost deliberate movements as she shifted her feet and pushed herself upright. "You should see me eat cake," she teased airily, even going so far as to flip her hair before she broke down into a more sincere grin.
"I'll bet you wind up with icing on your nose," Wade said, nodding sagely. He dunked another cookie, letting it sit in the milk to soften up a bit. "And your cheek."
"Pfft. Only when I am wanting it to," Terry answered, letting her accent splash heavier on her words.
Wade wished he had a conveniently placed cake. Or cupcake, for that matter. He'd smear a fingerful of icing on the petite redhead's nose just to see the look on her face.
Terry arched her brow and smirked, perhaps reading his impulse in his expression, perhaps it's just what she would have wanted to do when presented with a line like that. "Well, Dough Boy..." she drawled, sliding her plate and glass up from the counter top. "Do not eat too many of those chocolate chip ones, if you find them. They will be keeping you up all night."
"Will they, now?" Wade asked, doing a passable imitation of her accent. He laughed a little, though, and shook his head. "Nah, I'm just about to head back into the city now, anyway. I figured I'd take the rest of the snickerdoodles with me, though. Finish off my glass of milk."
"That they will," Terry replied, smile firmly in place. "Milk is good for you. Healthy bones, growing boy," she added in a 'yadda yadda' tone of voice as she turned to head for the doorway.
"Nighty night, my redheaded cookie monster." Wade fingerwaved at her as she left the room, grinning and shaking his head. Marie-Ange would like the snickerdoodles, he bet. And if she was up as late as she'd been the last few nights, she could probably use the boost to her blood sugar.
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