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minkhollowIn honor of Quin getting some packing done:
"It's past time one of us took the laundry down."
"What makes you say that?"
"Have you seen the pile in the closet? I'm half worried I'll be attacked by dirty socks every time I open it."
Finch looked up from the bulletin he was reading. "You know I'd leap to your defense if that happened."
"Assuming I couldn't fight my way out first."
"The point stands, though. I think it does, anyway. Whose turn is it to take care of that?"
Arden shrugged. "I think it's yours. In any case, you still owe me for tracking down that poster during the last job."
"I might take that, if I'd been able to keep the thing."
"It meant you didn't have to waste half the mission trying to find the bloody thing."
"Well, yes, but what does that have to do with the laundry?"
"...Fine, fine. Suppose I won't be surprising you after dinner after all."
Finch frowned slightly. "I didn't know you were planning something."
Arden met his gaze for a few moments, before returning to contemplation of a blue ball of yarn. "That's part of the point of surprises, isn't it?"
"I suppose. But do you really have to make it contingent on whether I take the laundry down?"
"Well, no. I just feel like it."
"Why do I put up with you?"
Arden smiled. "You wouldn't want it any other way and you know it."
"It's past time one of us took the laundry down."
"What makes you say that?"
"Have you seen the pile in the closet? I'm half worried I'll be attacked by dirty socks every time I open it."
Finch looked up from the bulletin he was reading. "You know I'd leap to your defense if that happened."
"Assuming I couldn't fight my way out first."
"The point stands, though. I think it does, anyway. Whose turn is it to take care of that?"
Arden shrugged. "I think it's yours. In any case, you still owe me for tracking down that poster during the last job."
"I might take that, if I'd been able to keep the thing."
"It meant you didn't have to waste half the mission trying to find the bloody thing."
"Well, yes, but what does that have to do with the laundry?"
"...Fine, fine. Suppose I won't be surprising you after dinner after all."
Finch frowned slightly. "I didn't know you were planning something."
Arden met his gaze for a few moments, before returning to contemplation of a blue ball of yarn. "That's part of the point of surprises, isn't it?"
"I suppose. But do you really have to make it contingent on whether I take the laundry down?"
"Well, no. I just feel like it."
"Why do I put up with you?"
Arden smiled. "You wouldn't want it any other way and you know it."