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[untodeath]

[ 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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[ 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.

[death_glare]

[ 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? ]

[untodeath]

[ 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... ]

[death_glare]

[ 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! ]

[untodeath]

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.

[death_glare]

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.

[untodeath]

[ 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. ]

[death_glare]

What is wrong with chocolate biscuits?

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

[untodeath]

Absolutely nothing, darling. I love that about you.

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

[death_glare]

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. ]

[untodeath]

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. ]

[death_glare]

[ 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?

[untodeath]

[ 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.

[death_glare]

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. ]

[untodeath]

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.

[death_glare]

Never?

[ He seems to find this odd. ]

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

[untodeath]

[ 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!

[death_glare]

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.

[untodeath]

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?

[death_glare]

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! ]

[untodeath]

Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate it.

[ Topping off her own glass, she'll set the bottle aside and settle back into her seat. The flavor compliments the tiramisu incredibly well, issuing an enthusiastic 'mm!' ]

[death_glare]

I should hope so.

[ He might sound ever so grouchy that his offer was essentially turned down, but he'll drop the topic before he makes that too obvious. ]

We seem to have learned quite a bit of mundane trivia about one another, these past two days.

[untodeath]

[ Oh, and Grell will be taking note of such... She hadn't realized that he'd been genuine in his offer, really - but perhaps that's something that she can circle back to in the near future. ]

I rather love that, actually. We'd gone far too long without sharing about one another. It was rather pathetic.

[ At last, she's finished her food entirely - and she takes a moment to sit back a sigh with satisfaction! Then it's up to gather their dinner wares at take them to the sink, before she gets too lazy. She'll be bringing her wine along, too. ]

[death_glare]

It isn't that surprising. As I'm sure you've noted, I'm not the most social person, to being with. As of now, I would say you probably know more about me than any of the others.

[ Since she's taking care of the clean up, he's relax further in his chair. Hopefully the remnants of their meal won't just be dumped in his sink. ]

[untodeath]

Isn't it? We've been considered well acquainted for more than one hundred years, and we hadn't the small talk to show for it, you know?

[ But with that last mention, she'll be peeking over her shoulder, happiness tinting her cheeks. ]

We're making up for it, though. Yes.

[ Thankfully, she's discarding any leftovers into the boxes used for their desserts, to be tossed away for later. Beginning to hum a tune, she easily locates the soap under the sink, and gets to giving their dishes a wash.

It won't be the most stellar job. They'll lack a good polish and be left with water spots - but she's trying! ]