I wonder as I wander [RP for justlikenavarre]

[mightbeconcussed]

"So, tell me what you think of LA," Lucy said as she drew squiggles in the sand with her bare toe. She and Donovan were walking on the beach. It was close to sunset and over all a beautiful evening.

"I've never actually been there. We went to Disney World once when I was little but LA is one of the many places I've never been. I've seen it on tv and in the movies. Is it anything like that?"

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He was already laughing from the remark about him with boobs and trying to come up with a witty comeback when Lucy toppled to the ground in a fit of laughter.

"I can't take you anywhere!" Donovan proclaimed as he looked at her seated on the sand, "Good thing I haven't gotten my boobs yet, or I'd be all off balance too!"

There was the witty comeback.

Extending a hand out he let her take his and when he pulled her up he stooped down and hauled her over his shoulder, "Ahhh... just like the days of cavemen. See this should keep you from falling anymore. Come on, we'll head back to the house I'll get you some ice so that doesn't swell and I'll start cooking dinner alright?"

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Lucy giggled as Donovan carried her over his shoulder. She smacked him on the butt. "Sounds good. I'm starving and ooo now I'm all handicapped. You'll have to be my beck and call boy," she teased him. "And can I have a fruity drink? With an umbrella. Strictly medicinal!" she swore with a mischivious grin.

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"Hey!" he shot back as she swatted at his rear, "I'm carrying you here, not wise to beat the help!"

Still he continued back up the shoreline shifting her on purpose everytime she made some comment about needing him to fetch her fine wines and flowers when she demanded them. "Yes you can have a fruity drink and I'll make sure it's purely for medical reasons with the numbing factor being taken into affect of course. Plus vitamin C."

Once back up at the house Donovan set her down on the couch, shaking his head as she stuck her hand out, "I was kidding about the bell. I don't have one for you to ring at me, just hold on a minute let me get you some ice." A light jog to the kitchen and he was grabbing one of the many ice packs from the fridge and wrapping it in a kitchen towel as he headed back out to Lucy.

Setting it gently on her ankle he made sure to shove a pillow under her foot too, "Elevation for something. See? Mail room guy, not a doctor. But if it's too cold or something let me know. Now, I'm going to go prepare your 'fruity drink' and you can entertain me or watch TV either way, I'm kitchen bound."

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"I will totally be entertaining. You're my guest despite the fact that you've now been demoted to taking care of Lucy duty," Lucy grinned.

"You're good at this taking care of Lucy duty too," she commented. "Rum in the fruityness please! Although seriously, if you don't want to do the taking care of me thing I'm good at hobbling slash hopping. I've twisted things and broken things often enough that I should be a pro at it. Oh! And a pretty glass! They're under the bar thingy there."

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Stopping halfway between the fridge and the cabinet with the glasses in it he stuck his finger out pointedly at her, "No hobbling slash hopping. You're already distracted by shiny things today, and I'm not having you twist another ankle. I'd have to give up my Be a Gentleman Merit badge if I let you hobble and get hurt anymore while I'm here."

When she pointed to the bar where the 'pretty glass' was he turned and followed her pointing and retrieved said 'pretty glass' and moved back over to set it on the counter next to the margarita mix and the bottle of Malibu Rum he had picked up when they went grocery shopping earlier for all the things he wanted for the whole Donovan Cooks Dinner event.

Grabbing two small plates he poured the large grain salt he picked up as well onto the surface of the one and then poured a bit of the mix onto the other and set the glass upside down in the shallow puddle of liquid while he got out the mixer and started to make her margarita on the rocks.

Letting it set for a moment he cut a few wedges of lime and then in a skilled move he picked up the glass from the one plate and set it in the salt, twisting it and flipping it out onto the counter. A napkin wiped a bit of the salt away for the lime wedge and then another spot cleaned off the rim that he noticed her licking off the other night just for those sips between salted ones. Then another shake of the drink and he strained it into the glass, before setting the shaker down.

Picking the glass up he moved back toward Lucy and presented it to her, "Fruity drink freshly prepared, and dinner... is so far from being served, but if you sip slowly? Maybe you'll be drunk quick and time won't seem to pass so slow while I cook."