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[empath_wiggin]

In the living room, for once, there is no sofa. Well, it is at the very least not in the center of the room. What is there is a table, set with dishware, silver, and candlesticks. Val herself, is flitting around in a corner where some type of warmer is keeping food hot. She's wearing a shortish green dress, flared skirt, and spaghetti-strap sleeves

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[desert_worm]

Luke walks halfway into the living room and hesitates. This seems to indicate some kind of occasion. Which probably means it's an occasion he forgot about. Which probably means trouble.

"... Hi?"

[empath_wiggin]

Val turns around and grins. "Happy anniversary, love. Or, well, happy three-months. Or something like that." She walks over, wraps her arms around him, and kisses him throroughly. Eventually, she breaks the kiss. "I made us dinner."

[desert_worm]

"... Three months?" He stands there looking slightly dazed for a second. "Damn. That's a long time. Already. Wow."

[empath_wiggin]

Val chuckles. "You're not getting tired of me, are you? Cause I won't allow that. I'll have to get more interesting in that case."