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[bellabelgium]

[ It's growing darker and darker outside her window as the sun slowly starts to sink low behind the roofs of houses and beyond the horizon. It's cold out, she can see the trees almost looking as though they're shivering in the cold. Her garden hasn't been winterized either-- he's gonna kill her for that.

Or at least he would if he would get here already. She understands that he had an emergency meeting to attend to but he's LATE and the food is getting cold and the candles are gonna go out and she's getting more and more nervous about her gift for him and, well-- she can't remember the last time she was like this for Sinterklaas. ]

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Sorry I disappeared. I didn't have internet for a couple days. ;_;

[bellabelgium]

[ She can only give him a helpless shake of her head as she leads him into the kitchen. She didn't have time to relight the candles she had set out but they're burnt down about halfway, the food still warm on the stove and the plates still set on her small table. ]

I kept it warm for you. I hope you're hungry.

You okay though? Also Slowtopia, kicking out, etc.

[handelaar]

[He follows along almost like a puppy, eager and interested and so not sniffing the air, nope. Though he does pause when he sees the table and the candles, kind of quirks a strange little grin. It's. Cute. When she speaks he looks up again.

And raises both brows, like "you're kidding, right".]

Yeah, I'm fine. I was just terribly bored. And I KNOW I KNOW. Also, might wanna backtag soon.

[bellabelgium]

[ She catches that glance and laughs softly. ]

I know I know. Sit down and I'll get it ready for you.

[ And with that suddenly the kitchen comes to life again with light and smells and sounds and her humming to herself, clearly in a better mood now that he's here. Before he knows it there's a sliced roast beef on the table with vegetables and potatoes, set out with a chilled bottle of red wine. ]