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*Late in the evening, Alanna finishes up in the office and returns to the flat, arms wrapped carefully around several bottles. If ever there was a day to get drunk and relax a little, this is it. Also, she thinks Adam could use a drink. Shoving the door shut with her foot, she grins at Puff and sets the bottles on the table.*

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*Adam was already there, zoning on the couch. He'd tried to nap, but it hadn't worked, so instead he settled for vegging. The television is on, but muted, and there's a dropped remote controller near his foot. He blinks up at Alanna, confused, looking between her and the bottles.*

Rum, Vodka ... and Atlantean?

Indeed. *Humming to herself, she drops a kiss on Puff's snout and opens the bottle of rum.* If you have to sneeze, lass, try not to sneeze on the bottles. I'd rather not find myself holding a fireball.

What would you like, Adam? Atlantean? *Rum bottle in one hand, she leans over the back of the couch and drops the Atlantean in his lap before he has time to answer.* Hi.

*Adam holds the bottle up, and moves it to the side before grabbing for her wrist and pulling her down into his lap.*

The songs are right.

*Her yelp of surprise quickly turns into a laugh as she squirms and gets comfortable.*

And which songs are these?

Mmmm-

*He leans up to kiss her.*

You're definitely a hero.

Such a day.

*Another kiss, and she looks at him askance.* Don't tell me you actually listened to the minstrels at the feast? Goddess. I am not ten feet tall. I'm fairly certain I would not fit on our bed if that were true.

Aye. What a day it was, but I'm not thinking about it now. Just you. And rum. *She takes a long gulp and grins.* It's either that or lose my mind. I choose you.

And rum.

*Adam watches her as she drinks from the bottle, and forgets all ideas he had about grabbing glasses, ripping the top off the atlantean and taking a swig himself.*

The rum compliments me well, I think.

*He kisses her again and laughs.*

I don't know. A ten foot tall you, that could be... interesting.

You're cuter, though you both have a similar effect on my head.

*She giggles, taking another drink.*

It would make climbing trees much, much easier. Perhaps if I climbed up on Thom's shoulders... no, that would be over ten feet.

*He pokes her, and matches her sip. No way he's letting her get ahead of him.*

I was thinking more of-

*But then he starts laughing.*

*Snickering helplessly in response, she pokes him back.*

What were you thinking?

*In all seriousness*

That you'd have to leave me, because I'd be soooo tiny.

*Alanna just stares at him - until she bursts out laughing and falls forward, burying her face in his shoulder.*

Oh, Mithros. I'd not leave you for that. *She grins.* Besides, I'd need someone to hand me things from way down below. Do you know how hard it would be to bend over?

*That sends her off into a new fit of giggles.*

Fine, then, I can be your pet.

*innocently* Does that mean I get to name you?

*Adam takes another drink. He needs another, for this.*

Depends on what you pick.

*Alanna makes a grand show of examining him and weighing her options. All while drinking.

Why do people think she's entirely serious?*

I remain quite fond of Moonflower.

You couldn't name me something normal? Like Porsche?

*He giggles. Somehow, a good chunk of the bottle is gone. Alanna must have brought an open one.*

You are not naming any of our children Moonflower.

Bless you. *She blinks.* What? It sounded like you sneezed.

*Snickering, she cradles her bottle and bats her eyelashes at him.*

Porsche Moonflower, perhaps? If it's a boy? It's sooooooo pretty.

*Adam tickles the bottle under its bottley chin, and laughs at her.*

You're going to scar them.

Mmmm hmm. Scar.

*She makes a face as she clunks a tooth against the bottle's mouth.*

Them?

Oh, Mithros. Twins. *She grins.*

*He looks at her over the tip of his nose.*

Might not be twins.

*He nods.*

Might be triplets.

*Really, he shouldn't be laughing so much.

*Growling, she lightly punches him in the arm. Given that he's shaking with laughter, she mostly misses. Soon she's laughing just as hard.*

Oh, it's all well and good for you to laugh. You wouldn't have to lug them around for nine months.

Of course... *She thinks back to what Aziraphael said the night before and laughs that much harder.*

*He pokes her, threatening a tickle.*

Don't you go getting any wise ideas.

*She threatens a tickle right back, eyes bright with mischief.

loftily,* I'm quite certain that I don't know how to have any other kind.

*LIES*

Mhmmm. I almost even believe you.

*He laughs at her tickling now for real; just a moment before he stops, and kisses her.*

You don't have to, you know.