She smiles at the kiss to her cheek, taking the offered beer and returning the gesture, curling a hand around Dean's lapel in a light grip before he can fully straighten so she can reach. "Of course," Saffron replies fondly. "I always enjoy cooking for a special occasion, and this one's more special than most."
She leans in, a little conspiratorially, dropping her voice to a near whisper. "I made a pie special for you and hid it in your fridge," she says. "That's for later. Up to you if you want to share it with your new husband."
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Date: 2014-10-06 05:08 am (UTC)She leans in, a little conspiratorially, dropping her voice to a near whisper. "I made a pie special for you and hid it in your fridge," she says. "That's for later. Up to you if you want to share it with your new husband."