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applecameronA Little Taste of Bagna Cauda
by SV
Archived by author's permission
Very, VERY, mild spoiler reference to Episode 204, "A Distant Star"
Marcus/Franklin.
*Fume*. "Marcus!"
"Hmmmm?"
"What is the meaning of..this....this." Aimless gesture.
"Dinner?"
"This isn't a dinner, it's a walking coronary waiting to happen."
"Ah, yes, well. I had a bit of a chat with Mr. Garibaldi about traditional Italian dishes."
"I am *not* going to let him convert you to this horrid style of dining. Do you know how much butter is in this?"
"Yes."
"Do you know how bad this is for you?"
"Yes."
"And you're going to eat it?
"Yes." Leans forward. "And you're going to help."
"Oh, nononono. I don't think so."
"Yes. Sit." Push.
"Hey, don't be so...Marcus."
"Yes?"
"I am not so sloppy an eater that my...shirt...needs....to --"
"Be removed? I beg to differ."
"Excuse me. What? What are you doing? Marcus!"
"Shhhh. I'm eating."
"Oh...my...god. Don't stop." *GROAN* "Don't! You're dribbling on my pants! Marcus."
*suppressed giggle*
"Stop it...you're....*TICKLING ME*!"
"Heheheheheheh." Slurp.
Helpless giggles. "Marcus, you have" *guffaw* "to stop" *giggle* "Please!"
"If you're sure, Stephen."
"I can feel the cholesterol seeping into my PORES."
Laugh. "I'll help you work it off."
"Well." Pause. "Is that a pike in your trousers or are you just glad to see me?"
"Both, probably."
"Incorrigible."
"That, too."
by SV
Archived by author's permission
Very, VERY, mild spoiler reference to Episode 204, "A Distant Star"
Marcus/Franklin.
*Fume*. "Marcus!"
"Hmmmm?"
"What is the meaning of..this....this." Aimless gesture.
"Dinner?"
"This isn't a dinner, it's a walking coronary waiting to happen."
"Ah, yes, well. I had a bit of a chat with Mr. Garibaldi about traditional Italian dishes."
"I am *not* going to let him convert you to this horrid style of dining. Do you know how much butter is in this?"
"Yes."
"Do you know how bad this is for you?"
"Yes."
"And you're going to eat it?
"Yes." Leans forward. "And you're going to help."
"Oh, nononono. I don't think so."
"Yes. Sit." Push.
"Hey, don't be so...Marcus."
"Yes?"
"I am not so sloppy an eater that my...shirt...needs....to --"
"Be removed? I beg to differ."
"Excuse me. What? What are you doing? Marcus!"
"Shhhh. I'm eating."
"Oh...my...god. Don't stop." *GROAN* "Don't! You're dribbling on my pants! Marcus."
*suppressed giggle*
"Stop it...you're....*TICKLING ME*!"
"Heheheheheheh." Slurp.
Helpless giggles. "Marcus, you have" *guffaw* "to stop" *giggle* "Please!"
"If you're sure, Stephen."
"I can feel the cholesterol seeping into my PORES."
Laugh. "I'll help you work it off."
"Well." Pause. "Is that a pike in your trousers or are you just glad to see me?"
"Both, probably."
"Incorrigible."
"That, too."