- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Once again, Harrison thought about refusing her, and once again found no reason to. And also no real reason that made sense for turning her down. He nodded to her.
"I do believe I'd like that Amy." He said with a smile, one that let her know that he knew exactly what she was insinuating. "I'll be making a few calls, seeing what work can be sent to me. Should that not prove too taxing for my day...I will let you know." He told her, beginning to walk past her. He slowed himself, and then stopped beside her. He didn't spare much time, making it an almost playful gesture, but leaned forward to plant a short, but quickly intense kiss on her before moving on. He had to make it to his office after all. it was looking to be a fine day indeed.
"Non-perishable. Such as the cereal in the cabinet? I choose it since it does not go bad. Well, not for an extended time. Most of the food outside of the fridge is similar. I have been working away from this place for so long, I did not wish to waste the food." He explained. He felt he'd come a long though, since he'd spent most of his life eating Meals Ready to Eat, the rations served out the military. Terrible in taste, largely unpalatable, but loaded with nutrients, and able to last forever sealed in foil. At least he was eating actual food these days.
"Ah, an easy one! 1972, Dodge Dart. Thing was rusted half to shit, and held together with good wishes and the prayers of Ethiopian children. But she was my first car, adn I drove that rusty piece of shit for four years before the body fell apart. Moved the engine into a different car, and dorve that for another three hundred thousand miles. Gods damn, but they built them slant sixes to last! Leaning Tower of Power! Don't make 'em like that any more. And shit, I'm rambling." He smiled at her. "So, one for you...stupidest thing you can remember doing! That worked out well for you in the end?"
"I do believe I'd like that Amy." He said with a smile, one that let her know that he knew exactly what she was insinuating. "I'll be making a few calls, seeing what work can be sent to me. Should that not prove too taxing for my day...I will let you know." He told her, beginning to walk past her. He slowed himself, and then stopped beside her. He didn't spare much time, making it an almost playful gesture, but leaned forward to plant a short, but quickly intense kiss on her before moving on. He had to make it to his office after all. it was looking to be a fine day indeed.
"Non-perishable. Such as the cereal in the cabinet? I choose it since it does not go bad. Well, not for an extended time. Most of the food outside of the fridge is similar. I have been working away from this place for so long, I did not wish to waste the food." He explained. He felt he'd come a long though, since he'd spent most of his life eating Meals Ready to Eat, the rations served out the military. Terrible in taste, largely unpalatable, but loaded with nutrients, and able to last forever sealed in foil. At least he was eating actual food these days.
"Ah, an easy one! 1972, Dodge Dart. Thing was rusted half to shit, and held together with good wishes and the prayers of Ethiopian children. But she was my first car, adn I drove that rusty piece of shit for four years before the body fell apart. Moved the engine into a different car, and dorve that for another three hundred thousand miles. Gods damn, but they built them slant sixes to last! Leaning Tower of Power! Don't make 'em like that any more. And shit, I'm rambling." He smiled at her. "So, one for you...stupidest thing you can remember doing! That worked out well for you in the end?"