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Valerie Bell is uncharacteristically pensive.

Possibly this is because she just lugged a woman with a bullet wound in her stomach all the way here from God only knows where.

Possibly not.

Either way, she's staring at a plateful of cookies with considerably more rapt attention than a plateful of cookies strictly warrants.

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"... Ew. That's not so great."

"Yeah. She's okay, though. Some old guy got her set up with some soup and a bath and pyrokinetic field surgery, in reverse order."

"Well, that's something, at least."

"Yeah."

Uncomfortable shrug.

"Want a cookie?"

"Cookies are always good." Beat. "Will thinks you hate him."

"Fuck. I don't!"

"Try being friendlier? For me? He's a nice guy. And very brightly coloured!" This is always a plus.

"I'm bad at friendly," she grumbles. "I come in two flavours: bitchy and ecstatic."

Small smile.

"I'll give it a shot, though. For you."

"Try ecstatic with him. As long as it doesn't involve taking him in a manly fashion."

A tentacle sneaks out to ruffle his hair.

"Don't be a cunt. Anyways, the only people around here who get to see me ecstatic are you 'n Steve." Grin! "F'different reasons, 'course."

"I should expect so." Laughing.

"C'mere."

Val sets the plate of cookies on the arm of the couch and beckons, grinning.

It's that grin.

The one that says the only reason she's not yanking him into her lap with a tentacle is because she already tried that, with limited success.

"I can't get into your lap. I'd crush you."

"So sit beside me, dork, that's why it's a couch."

Marley pouts, moving to sit next to her.

"Aww, don't give me that."

Clearly the remedy for pouting is kisses!

:D?

Marley deeply agrees with this remedy.

How fortunate.

Mmmm, kisses.

So, Marley may possibly be pushing her down to lie on the sofa.

Maybe.

So, Val may possibly be grinning like a mad thing and letting herself be pushed down.

Maybe.

Marley laughs, a little, propping himself up on his elbows.

Val laughs back!

A tentacle wraps daintily around his head, tugging him down for a kiss.

She resists the obscure urge to make a look-ma-no-hands joke.

Marley appreciates no hands jokes, so he wouldn't mind too much, really.

Pity her mouth is kind of occupied, then.

Very true, very true.