"I can't believe you thought this would be a good idea," Veronica says, while wringing out her shirt. She's scowling; he's very carefully refraining from smiling (it's not his fault--she fell out of the canoe, it's by definition kind of hilarious).
"Hey," he says. "I thought we could go on an actual date far from Hearst, because every time we've tried around there, you've been dragged into a case."
She looks momentarily guilty. "Sorry, I--"
He waves her off. "I don't mind, you know that. I actually meant for you."
Her mouth quirks. "You thought it would me more relaxing for me to fall into the water a few times?"
He grins. "Well, I didn't actually plan for you to fall in, you know."
"I know," she says. "I managed that all by myself." She looks at him, considering, then carefully slides onto his lap, making the canoe wobble. She has that I'm-up-to-something look, but she's also on his lap, which is a little distracting, so Bob ought to be forgiven for not paying enough attention to realize what she was up to.
When he's spitting out river water and mock-glaring at his not-at-all-penitent girlfriend, he reflects that at least he's gotten her to unwind. Now if he can just keep her out here for a couple of more hours, she'll be much more able to tackle the upcoming week of midterms and surveillance and what Bob is pretty sure is at least two enormous extra-credit assignments.
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Date: 2011-06-02 08:58 am (UTC)"Hey," he says. "I thought we could go on an actual date far from Hearst, because every time we've tried around there, you've been dragged into a case."
She looks momentarily guilty. "Sorry, I--"
He waves her off. "I don't mind, you know that. I actually meant for you."
Her mouth quirks. "You thought it would me more relaxing for me to fall into the water a few times?"
He grins. "Well, I didn't actually plan for you to fall in, you know."
"I know," she says. "I managed that all by myself." She looks at him, considering, then carefully slides onto his lap, making the canoe wobble. She has that I'm-up-to-something look, but she's also on his lap, which is a little distracting, so Bob ought to be forgiven for not paying enough attention to realize what she was up to.
When he's spitting out river water and mock-glaring at his not-at-all-penitent girlfriend, he reflects that at least he's gotten her to unwind. Now if he can just keep her out here for a couple of more hours, she'll be much more able to tackle the upcoming week of midterms and surveillance and what Bob is pretty sure is at least two enormous extra-credit assignments.