Warren and Bobbi -- Happy birthday, baby!

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It was such a new feeling that he promised himself that next time he gifted someone a pet, he'd do a trial run first. Like a chinchilla for Quentin or something. But after the horrible Limbo trip, that demon moment, ignoring everyone (Bobbi included), it was almost like fate when Sue told him the present was ready.


It was easy to trick Bobbi to come out. He bought a new car and asked if she wanted to take it for a test drive, something which sounded absolutely appropriate. The breeder that Sue had located was a few hours outside of town, but a picnic lunch and a nearby lake had allowed him to make sure Bobbi wasn't suspicious. It wasn't until he started to turn down a driveway that he wondered if this was a good idea.

Oh well.

Bobbi hadn't really noticed anything up until that point, given that she was intermittently turning around and sneakily (or so she thought) stealing items out of the picnic basket while Warren was driving.

After popping the third or fourth grape - she lost count - into her mouth, she frowned as she looked out the window. "Wait a minute, where are we going again?"

"We've been doing this dating thing for a while," Warren said, hands steadily gripping on the wheel. "It's been going well. Don't you think it's going well? I only sometimes cheat on you, and even when I have, I text you first. I think that shows real commitment."

She halfheartedly threw a grape at him. "You have shown real commitment, it's true. It's also a way of not answering the question, by the by." That was also a Warren thing, and she would've poked his side for emphasis except for the fact that he was driving.


This wasn't really going the way he wanted it to, but oh well. "I think, what I'm trying to say is...well, you're pretty groovy, Bobbi. I've enjoyed having sex with you." A house came into view, and Warren thanked the stars. He thought the driveway would never end. "And because of that, I thought you deserved something for yourself." He parked the car, and turned towards her, hesitating briefly before he leaned across the seat to give her a kiss. "This is a big thing, by the way," he said, lingering. "Please acknowledge this."


"I acknowledge the foregoing," Bobbi echoed after the kiss. "Would you like that notarized in writing as well?" She smirked as she asked him, taking her seat belt off and opening her car door. Now she was curious as to exactly he meant by a 'big thing,' so she started looking around their surroundings to try and figure it out.


Warren also exited the car and straightened his blazer while looking around as well. Leave it to Sue to find the most quaint, kitschy farmhouse imaginable. Every stereotype was checked off: field full of something growing, flower pots dotting the landscape, heck -- there was even the lazy dog, gnawing on a bone. The only thing missing was now walking towards them. A pleasantly plump, middle-aged woman was waving excitedly. "You must be Mr. Worthington! Ms. Storm told me to expect you, oh come in, come in. I'm so honoured to be here with you! You know," the woman said, coming close to shake his hand enthusiastically, "my daughter-in-law couldn't believe it when I told her you were coming right here to my farm, and I just know that I need a picture with you. Oh, we're going to be so famous."

Turning to Bobbi, she gave her a wide grin. "You're a lucky girl, ma'am. I'm Theresa Moore, and welcome to my farm." Without giving Bobbi a chance to answer, she waved at them. "They're over here, come, come. Ms. Storm thought you'd like to pick your own out, so I made sure you had first pick. They're all good to go, weaned and vaccinated. Come, come!"

It didn't take a genius to figure out that the lady was initially talking about Warren and not Bobbi, but she quickly became confused by the second part of the woman's conversation. Looking from Ms. Moore, to Warren, and then back to Ms. Moore, Bobbi hesitated for a few moments before following her in the direction she was waving.

"Who... or what... did she say weaned and vaccinated?" Bobbi whispered the last part over her shoulder at Warren as she continued moving forward. She both stopped moving and speaking when her eyes fell on the subject of said conversation: a bunch of puppies. Corgi puppies, to be specific.

Bobbi Morse had never squee'd in her life up to that point. The noise that came out of her at that moment, however, could only be described as a squee.

After a satisfying selfie session with the farmwoman, Warren gave his trademark grin to Bobbi. "I guess that means you like it. Did you know that corgis used to be royal dogs only? I thought it was only fitting that you had one. Or two. Whatever you want is yours."

She opened her mouth to talk, but no sound came out. Bobbi cleared her throat, nodding in answer to Warren's question instead of trying to talk again for fear of more squee-age. Because corgis.

Bending down to get a better look at the puppies, her heart leapt a little as one of them noticed her and came tottering over toward Bobbi. She tentatively stretched her hand out and made a high-pitched noise when the puppy playfully licked her palm.

"Ohmigod," was all she could manage to say.

Warren wanted to give Bobbi her time with the puppies, so he occupied himself by chatting with Please-call-me-Theresa, who, he thought privately, was as excitable as her puppies. The corgis looked silly to him, waddling around on funny little legs, that tail nub that wasn't quite a tail...and their noises! He shook his head. This was not where he ever thought he'd be. In fact, he had never even grown a plant, knowing that he wouldn't have time to water it. But here he was ...or should he say, here THEY were.

They.

Strange.

"You seem rather awe-struck, my love," he said, amusement flashing in his eyes. "Do you need some time alone?"

"Muh," she said, whilst petting the playful puppy. "I mean, me... I'm not awestruck, not at all," Bobbi lied. Her eyes never left the puppy that had chosen to lick her palm the whole time. "They're... they're pretty good little doggos, I suppose, and if I had to take one I could pick this one to love and hold and forever and hug tightly and please."

"And I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishy. Come on, Squishy. Come on, little Squishy.” He may have never seen many Christmas movies, but he definitely knew Pixar movies.