#kc_necropolis

He stops and stares at her blankly.

"Mmm?"

"I don't.... I can't....."

"Not even... petty....."

"Okay..hey... what?" She moves to him

"I can't think of anything you would not give me now."

CC blushes "That's true. I love you and do enjoy tagging along. But.. if I might suggest?"

"Your own penalty? That I can't imagine??? Yes, please!"

"Yes. I dress in what you want, cook what you want, on the fly. On any day of your choosing.. and you don't have to warn me. Whatever else I'm doing, you can call that in."

A knowing smile. "You would do that anyway."

"Okay. How about... you can invite a traggo here 3 different days withgout warning and I have to spend at least 8 hours with them each time?" Brow

EYEBROWS.

"30 different days."

"THIRTY?" She gasps

Oh, he found soemthing she wouldn't ggivne into easy. Problem solved. Now haggling

"Eight" She suggests

"Eight?!?!?!" Horrified. "I can't... no. 29."

"I go up five you go down one?" Hoof tap "Opportunist! Fine.. NINE days"

"It is for your OWN Good, not mine! 29." Firm.

"I'm a mature grown woman who can manage her own needs, thank you" She flips him off, then, says "13 days"

"25."

"You're impossible.. that's impossible..." Stubborn squint "16 days. That's more than half of most months"

"I can't do less than 24."

"YOU go 24 then" A snort... A hooff stamp.. then a beat "19. Final number"

"I go 24 what?" A crafty eye.

"To the traggo 24 times INSTEAD of me...and don't act like you don't know what we're talking about" she says "I will agree to go, IF you win, 19 times"

"If you fail, you go 24 times. If I fail, I will sacrifice myself to your tragos 19 times, and you will bury me tastefully and anonymously."

"NO NO... my punishment plans are different thank you... no traggo involved. If you succeed 19 times. If you fail... well then" She smiles wickedly "I get to introduce you on stage as the master chef you are"

He winces away. "Exposure is... problematic."

"Well darn it, you deserve a plaque or something... fine. How about if you fail you have to do something nice for a noble of my choosing? Just one thing? " pretty sure he won't go for that.

Oh freakin' dear.... boggan puppy eyes.

"YOu are confident in your ability, aren't you?" Smirk

He shifts, fussy. "Wrong time of year, my dearest love. I can't expose myself thusly."

"I'll make sure the help isn't done on the seelie side of the year" She nods

A soft groan.

"Well.." Brow raise

"If I agree I .... I can't promise I won't .... surrender.

"Fine.." she relents.. "I don't want to lose you. How about this.. if you lose, when they grow up the kids get to call you grandpa? "

A grunt.

"How old?"

"I would assume as soon as they can learn how to say grandpa"

"No, I meant how old do you think I'll make?"

"Pardon..now I'm confused 'how old you'll make what'?"

"How old do you think I will last. My apologies, Dearest but....."

"Oh you spend time by the fire.. hardly aging at all"

"Besides, if you die first, you're off the hook. I'm not unreasonable"

He crosses to her and draws her close. "You must not ....leave first. You must give that mercy to me."

"Oh you silly man, I have everything, I am getting everything plus soon. I have no intention in dancing my last dance in this life...this wonderful life you have helped give me" A kiss and stroke of his cheek,,, "Before you, I was just waiting to fade once Caesar was safe.. now? No....no.. not planning going anywhere"

"Together, then?"

"You first.. for sure. After that, we'll, I don't necessairly plan to leap on your pyre" A pause, "Would you like your body cremated and your ashes rained on Rivervale lodge? Ican arrange it"