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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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."