Moira and Nathan

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They chatter while doing their laundry and it quickly turns into a detergent fight. They also discuss what to wear to the formal.



"So...if'n I'm goin' ta be wearin' th' white dress ta this thin', wha' are ye goin' ta be wearin'?"

"Um... whatever you like?"

"Ooo, really?"

"Yes. I told you I would do anything if you wore the white dress again. That includes wearing whatever you want. Hand me the spot remover? I forgot I didn't do anything with this shirt I spilled coffee on when I saw Manuel on my class list."

"Looks like yer goin' ta need more than a drop ta get tha' stain out. Got yerself good, love. Hmm. I know ye've got a few silk shirts back there...wonder wha' would go well wit' red 'air an' a white dress?"

"Hmm. Oh, I have an idea. I could go all in black."

"Tha's so intimidatin '...an' yet so sexy at th' same time..."

"Well, given that you're going to have the best dress in the house, I need to match it."

"Yer verra biased, ye know tha', right?"

"No, I most certainly am not. You're dazzling in jeans and a t-shirt. In that dress... well, what was it that the waiter on Santorini was muttering? Something about Aphrodite risen from the waves?"

"Was tha' before or after ye tipped...ow, stop pokin' me!"

"Your imperfect self-image is part of your charm. Doesn't make me want to kiss it away any less."

"Ye jus' enjoy kissin' me, anyway. Ooo...all black tuxedo...maybe wear th' pocket watch I bought ye?"

"Proper accessories do make the outfit, they say. Hey, do you think I could get this coffee stain out telekinetically without disintegrating the shirt?"

"But only ye can make tha' outfit truely tha' sexy. An' let me see...sweetie, tha's one o' yer good shirts, do ye really want ta try it wit' this?"

"Hey, if I screw it up, you can pick me out another. I know how much you like dressing me."

"Maybe a wee bit. I think yer jus' itchin' ta play wit' yer powers some more."

"Oh, now, what would give you that impression... ooh, this is interesting. Sort of like the time I un-dyed Clarice's hair... hah! Take that, Manuel! Um, I mean, take that, coffee."

"Yer adorable when yer three. 'and me tha' pile o' socks, I need ta--I said _'and_ Nathan, nay telekinetically toss them at me 'ead. Ye enjoy tha' way ta much."

"Bouncing socks off your head? I'm three, remember? Of course I do."

"Bastard."

"You bet. Heh. There's something else I can do again now. With my TK."

"Wha' on eart' are ye doin' now? 'alf bured in the pile o' jeans right now..."

"Remembering where all your ticklish spots are..."

"...s-stop tha'! Nathan!!"

"But I'm having so much... GAH! Moira! Detergent goes in the washing machine, not all over me!"

"Nay my fault! If ye 'adnae been...stop tha'!...ticklin' me, I wouldnae split it!"

"And you didn't take any satisfaction in it at all, did you - HAH! Got you!"

"ACK! I dinnae need detergent in me 'air! Or down me shirt!"

"I think you do! I think it looks elegant! Hah!"

"...get back 'ere so I can get my 'ands on ye...nay far usin' yer powers!"

"Oh, but we don't need to be having a detergent fight for you to get your hands on me..."

"Verra funny. ...Nathan, wha' are ye doin' wit' tha' giant pile o' clothes? Nathan?"