Lunch-Thursday

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Ixcoose-a zee leteness. I slept in.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Peezza

-Teter Tuts

-Seled

-Pooddeeng

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[forgottenpants]

Pete was staring at a piece of pizza like he'd never seen one before.

Which, you know, he HADN'T.

He glanced up briefly at Gwynn, then performed a delightful double-take, then reversed direction and came over to her table.

"Well, howdy, ma'am,"

Eye contact? What eye contact?

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn turned and smiled at the young man speaking to her. "Hello."

Okay, she could let the first bit of the lack of eye contact slide. She was polite, after all.

[forgottenpants]

"Pete Hutter, at your service, ma'am." He tipped his hat.

His eyes did not travel upwards, though.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Gwynn Hood," she replied, sighing and shaking her head when she realized he still hadn't shifted his eyes.

This was going to be interesting.

"Are you new here, Mr. Hutter?"

[forgottenpants]

"That I am, ma'am, just arrived not two weeks prior to this very moment. And yourself?"

It's possible he's unaware that girls have eyes.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

She did not facepalm... she didn't.

"I've been here since the beginning of summer," she said. "Mr. Hutter... have you lost something?"

She might be pondering slapping him to make him look up.

[forgottenpants]

Well, yes, but Pete did actually have the presense of mind not to launch into a rant about his missing piece so fiddle my knees. Barely.

"Not that you need to concern your pretty little head over, ma'am. But I do thank you for asking."

Yep, still not looking at her face.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn shook her head and then reached out and lightly tapped his cheek, then lifted his chin in her hand.

"My eyes are up here," she said, looking at him. "I am positive that whatever you have lost is not down the front of my chest, Pete."

[forgottenpants]

Pete sputtered. "My--my apologies, ma'am. I am entirely unaccostomed to being in the presense of such beauty."

Dixie would kill him if she heard him say that. . . .

Still, he managed to maintain eye contact for a full 27 seconds before his eyes drifted southward again. That's like a new record for a woman who wasn't actively out to kill him or essentially taken by someone who was.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn had to smile and then she sighed, slapping him lightly again. "My eyes are up here."

[forgottenpants]

Did she just hit him again? She did! She hit him again!

Pete's eyes snapped up. "Cut that out!"

Aaaaand drifted down.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn couldn't believe he was this... dense? Was that the right word?

She tapped his cheek again. "Then quit asking for it."

[forgottenpants]

Three! Three times!

"You'd best be glad that I don't believe in strikin' a woman, girlie. Also that I happen to enjoy such behavior."

His eyes, miraculously, stayed up.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

She didn't look the least bit sorry.

"My name, is Gwynn. And if you don't want to get hit again, you will remember that my eyes are not on my shirt.... or down it."

The she grinned at him.

[forgottenpants]

Pete studied her for a moment, then grinned back.

"What if I do wanna get hit again?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn looked at him and then she chuckled.

"If you want me to hit you again I am confident that you will find a way, Pete."

[forgottenpants]

Pete peered at her (face). "Your accent is English, but you got yourself a frontier attitude. Where are you from?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Briton, 1199," she said with a smile. "Where or when are you from?"

Wasn't it amazing how easily she was getting used to that response?

[forgottenpants]

"Former Oregon Territory, 1894. Are you familiar with outdoorsmanship?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn smiled. "I was raised in the forests of my land, Pete," she said with a nod.

[forgottenpants]

"Got any idea what an 'internet' is?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn shook her head. "I've heard about it, but I know very little. I keep thinking about asking someone to show me what one is."

[forgottenpants]

There were things that Pete had managed to find that he wouldn't mind showing her. . . .

"Darlin', I think this may be the beginnin' of something beautiful."

Ohhhh, but there went his eyes again. . . .

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Pete, you have me quite intrigued."

Gwynn was liking this guy, which is why her smack wasn't nearly as hard as it should be.

"Peeeeete...."

[forgottenpants]

"Yes'm!" Pete jerked his head back up and smiled. "My apologies again, darlin'. Force o' habit."