For gadabouts
Aug. 19th, 2020 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
youngestrose It was rather last minute, but if she was anything Margaery was a master planner. She called her go-to restaurant, whose head chef happened to be a friend from college, and in no time a three-course meal for two was ordered and scheduled for delivery. She actually had enough time to make a stop on her way home, to buy a little something to wear underneath her dress, in case Barty wasn't as injured as he'd claimed. And even if he was, that didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate the view.
He arrives right on time, dressed in a suit of about the quality he implied he could afford. Who was she kidding, she'd probably find him sexy even in sweat pants and a t-shirt. She opens the door and welcomes him in. The food is waiting in containers in the kitchen - it arrived just before him, so she hasn't had time to unpack it yet. Once the door is closed she greets him with a kiss and a graze of her fingers along his jaw.
"How was your day, dear?"
He arrives right on time, dressed in a suit of about the quality he implied he could afford. Who was she kidding, she'd probably find him sexy even in sweat pants and a t-shirt. She opens the door and welcomes him in. The food is waiting in containers in the kitchen - it arrived just before him, so she hasn't had time to unpack it yet. Once the door is closed she greets him with a kiss and a graze of her fingers along his jaw.
"How was your day, dear?"
