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[ Word travels fast around the office. By the time Grell had returned from her shift to submit the appropriate paperwork, a secretary had already asked her if she'd been by to check on Mister Spears.

Now, she had known that he had been sent on an investigative mission with Ronald earlier that day, so she immediately assumed the worst. Demanding to know where to find them sent her bolting off to the lower levels. The new recruits were smart enough to dash out of the way - and some of them even directed her to the appropriate department; the optometrist's office, where she found William sulking in the lobby.

The poor man was without his glasses, but aside from a scuffed cheek and some healing bruises, appeared to be in one piece. It was his pride that seemed wounded, as the very air about him seemed heavy. ]

Oh, Will.

[ Heaving a sigh of relief, she sinks down into the chair beside him. Though knowing fully well that he won't like it, she won't be kept from fussing over him; reaching out to gingerly dash back some of his hair left mussed by his scuffle, while taking a good look at his wounds. ]

What did I tell you about taking care of your glasses, mm?

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So long as you understand that need some time to myself, and every moment of my spare time will not be devoted to you. I don't want to hear any whining, whatsoever.

[ He allows Grell's hand to remain there, using the other to take another bite of food. ]

That being said, I believe our schedule has us both off next Thursday. There weren't many deaths that day to require more than one reaper on duty. We can spend some time together then, if you'd like.

[ With a gasp, she gives that wrist an excited squeeze!! ]

Really♥? Will, I would love that! [ It's fairly obvious that she's just wiggling her shoulders to and fro, now. ] It's a deal.

[ Giving that wrist a pat, she finally lets him off with a giggle. ]

Anyway, I think you'd be surprised how much time ladies take for themselves, too.

Then, yes, I believe we have a deal.

[ This is honestly the last thing he expected to come out of this whole ordeal. And, part of him expects that the future, of whatever this step in their relationship is, will have plenty of turbulence. But, that's something he's needed to work on. At least he's taking that first big step out of the hole he'd buried himself in. ]

Decide what you'd like to do before then. I doubt we can get seats at the opera this late, so that will have to wait.

[ Grell claps her hands together once or twice in glee! It's quite difficult for her to stay still. ]

Oh, we're going to have so much fun! I can't wait♥!

[ Okay! Okay. A deep breath. ]

Goodness, I've been so giddy that I've barely touched my food... [ She'll poke at her potatoes with a dinner roll in hopes that it isn't cold by now! ]

[ William just shakes his head at Grell's over the top excitement. Not that he expected any less - this is Grell, after all. ]

Eat up, then. I'm nearly finished. ...I think, at least.

[ He's eaten quite a bit, and his fork seems to find quite a bit of empty space on his plate when it goes in for more. Either way, Grell had gotten back to his place fairly late - what with late shifts and having to gather food and necessities before she arrived. And despite a rather uneventful day, William was starting to feel a bit tired. It's even given away by the sudden yawn he lets out. ]

[ Humming through a mouthful of food, she covers her lips with a giggle. Once able, she reaches out to unbox his tiramisu! ]

Oh, you aren't yet. Weren't you the one that had asked for dessert, silly?

[ Sliding his empty plate away, she replaces it with the cute little cake. ]

I ordered specifically for this. It is-- superb.

[ There's the ever so slightest bit of excitement on his face at the mention of desert - mainly shown by his usually furrowed brows lifting slightly. ]

What did you choose?

[ As he presses his fork into it, he can tell it's some sort of cake. Soft and spongy, perhaps with a thin layer of frosting on top? ]

[ It's quite endearing to see him excited about anything, really - and, yes, after having known him for so long, she can detect as much even from the slightest shift of expression! ]

Just try it. [ She near whispers. Because the truth is, she's a fatty at heart and is elated that they can bond over food like this... ]

[ He knows what the dish is the moment it touches his tongue. It's not quite chocolate chip cookies, but he certainly approves! ]

Tiramisu.

[ The calm tone of his voice should make that very apparent! ]

Mm-hm♥! Exquisite, isn't it?

[ But sensing his satisfaction is all she really needs! Content enough to return to her own food, even, so that she may hurry along to HER dessert. ]

What are your favorite foods, by the way? I don't believe I've ever asked.

It is very good. Like most of what you've brought to me these past two days.

[ He partakes in a few more bites. ]

Chocolate biscuits are my favorite desert. Humphries used to bring me his homemade ones on occasion. [ Alas, no more. ] I am also quite partial to seafood.

[ There's a quite hum, in regards to Alan. Always a sad thing, to be reminded that he's not around anymore. That's a topic for another time, though. ]

Ah, chocolate biscuits. You're a man of simple pleasures, mm? [ A snerk. ]

What is wrong with chocolate biscuits?

[ Is he gonna have to defend his beloved cookies! ]

Absolutely nothing, darling. I love that about you.

[ She remarks simply, in between bites! There's no detectable sarcasm, either! ]

From what you've told me, throughout the years, there doesn't seem to be much that you don't love about me.

[ That comes with a defeated sigh. He knows Grell's here to stay, no matter what happens. ]

Mn? [ While quite a confident thing to say, Grell quite loves that quality about him, too. She's quite amused, and such is clear in her tone. ]

That's a fair assessment, mmhm♥.

[ Ah, at last, she can set aside her dinner plate to go in for dessert! With her tongue hooked over a pointed tooth, she tugs her box closer. ]

[ Shaking his head, William finds another decently large forkful of cake and savors it for the moment. ]

What about you, then? What would you prefer I cook, if I'm aiming to share with you?

[ She hasn't even begun to dig into her cake, but already, she's sighing blissfully. She still can't believe that he's offered to COOK FOR HER. ]

I would say... pasta, accompanied by alfredo sauce!

[ A hand to her cheek, she's just batting her lashes at him, positively smitten. ]

Offering something like that... you're the sweetest, Will.

Doable. And it's my payment back to you for the meals you've brought me.

[ He huffs, apparently not liking to be called sweet over something he wasn't intending to be sweet. ]

Even so.

[ Grell's nodded decidedly, as she finally scoops some cake up with her fork. ]

I can't say that anyone's cooked for me before, specifically.

Never?

[ He seems to find this odd. ]

I would think someone must have done so, since you've obviously never learned, yourself.

[ Humming a negative, she's closing her eyes while enjoying that delicious, delicious tiramisu. ]

If I had, I might've someone to teach me. Alas!

Hm.

[ William looks down to his plate, where he's not finding much more to poke at. Goodness he really ate that fast! ]

I'm hesitant to offer, as I'd like my flat to remain standing.

Perhaps, one day, you can give me a lesson at mine. I'm not too pressed, though. I've managed for roughly a century and a quarter!

[ Noting that he's looking down at his empty plates rather sadly, she has to press a knuckle to her lips to keep herself from giggling. ]

Would you like some more wine, darling?

Ah, yes.

[ Carefully grasping the glass by its stem, he lifts it for Grell to refill. ]

If it's of little interest to you, then I won't think more on it.

[ Once filled, he takes a healthy sip. He doubts the alcohol will do much with all this tasty food in his tummy now! ]

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