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[ If Grell had expected William to be oblivious to her activities, she was sorely mistaken. He'd come from his office multiple times that day, looking to have a word with her about proper office behaviour, timely submission of forms, and the coffee carafe from the break room, that she'd happily emptied but failed to refill. Each time, he'd been met with an empty desk, even though he'd seen her minutes before. And when questioned, Knox just brushed him off like it was no big deal - he'd finished his own work for the day and wasn't staying overtime, big plans for the evening and all that.

So, the next time William caught a glance of bright red slinking past the frosted windows of his office, he made an executive decision - quickly teleporting himself in the doorway of the office, appearing just before she attempted to leave... ]

And where are you sneaking off to this time?

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I can't seem to decide for myself. You tend to enjoy pasta, yes?

[ Doesn't help that all of the pasta choices sound delicious! ]

If there are two you're interested in, we could both get one.

Oh my God, they have pasta for breakfast?

[ Grell quietly hisses in sheer excitement, flipping forward to see them for herself. Cupping a hand over her cheek, she's about to express what a sweet offer that is-- but when a waiter passes, she must settle for resting a hand at his wrist, instead! ]

[ William flips the menu over in his hand, a doubtful furrow to his brow. ]

That is odd. Though, with the price we paid for these tickets they better have such a broad selection. Honestly.

[ Apparently he wasn't pleased with the deal he'd gotten, and he makes no attempt to hush his comment when the waiter approaches. The man just gives him an awkward look, which William ignores. ]

Two coffees, please. And, are you certain we were given the correct menus? My... wife [ He has to pause cause it's just so odd to say. ] would be delighted to have pasta for breakfast, but I highly doubt that's available at such an early hour.

[ Grell has to avoid touching her lipstick while she resists snickering. Pressing her lips together will have to suffice, instead. Although, her expression pulls into a rather pointed look only moments after, at William's hesitation.

Hands folded at her chest, the redhead looks to the waiter hopefully! And, while she can't speak, Rosalind babbles at the waiter for the both of them.

"May I?" The waiter inquires, gesturing at one of the menus, to which Grell give him hers. Surely enough, the waiter sighs. "I sincerely apologize. Please allow me to fetch you the proper menus while you wait for your refreshments." ]

I assumed as much.

[ With the naturally cold tone William speaks in, the waiter's nearly positive he's going to get a complaint filed against him. Lucky for him, William's not quite as irritated as he sounds - this narrows their choices down substantially. He may be able to choose something. ]

We can have pasta this evening, then.

[ Shoulders falling with a silent sigh, Grell rests a hand against her chest with a relenting nod. She had been very excited about that pasta, but it would be something to look forward to.

One they've got the proper menus and their coffee, she can amuse herself with blowing the steam off her cup while she looks over their options for the second time. Before the waiter excuses himself, she sits upright and cranes toward him, to catch his attention. Tapping at the fruit cup appetizer, she looks to William for his explanation. ]

[ William glances to where Grell is indicating on her menu. ]

She would like a fruit cup. And if you have any applesauce, that would be good, as well.

[ May as well get Rosalind started on some soft fruits instead of just formula. Once the waiter's gone off, William resumes looking at the selection of meals with pancakes. Strawberry sounds quite nice. Though, so does chocolate. Perhaps they will do half and half. ]

[ Patting the back of William's hand, she'll lean in to whisper as soon as the waiter is out of range. ]

Good idea. [ And in being so close, she catches a glimpse of what he's browsing over. She can't help but chuckle! ] Ah, chocolate chip pancakes. It's almost as though they knew you'd be here.

What is wrong with enjoying chocolate?

[ He feels he must defend his tastes from Grell's teasing! And now that's definitely what he's ordering, so he closes his menu, setting it aside. It's then that he looks down to where Grell's hand still rests upon his. ]

You really are relishing this moment, aren't you?

Now, I never said that there is anything wrong with it.

[ And if Grell's hand over his was indication enough, the way that she looks upon him with absolute adoration might be the nail in the coffin, as it were! ]

--Ah, but of course I am. In the matter of a week, it seems that my dreams have all begun to manifest! [ She cants her head. ] Aren't you happy? Just the slightest bit.

[ William looks from Grell's eyes over to Rosalind, then back again. He's quiet for a bit, perhaps thinking of how to phrase this. ]

It is an odd sort of happiness. Bittersweet, perhaps.

That's not precisely what she wanted to hear. In light of everything else, she's been pushing aside the knowledge that William had previously had a family - memories for which she now realizes that they must always compare to.

Sitting upright, Grell pulls her hand back to rest beneath her chin. Shoulders rising with a breath, she smiles. ]

Well. It's a start.

[ Eyes falling to her menu, she intends to steer the conversation to something more reasonable, before she raises her voice and blows their cover less than a day in! ]

What do you think about sharing an omelette?

[ He's well aware that it's not what she was hoping to hear from him, but it's not like him to say something simply to appease them. If they are going to take on this new life together, then they have to accept each other fully. It's something they will both need to work on.

To keep the mood light and not dwell on memories, William lets Grell shift the subject back to breakfast. At least until she's speaking way too loud, and then he very 'subtly' kicks her under the table. Apparently he'll reprimand her for her slip up but act just an inappropriately. Also, his tone as he responds is highly rude to speak to one's wife with! ]

As long as I have my pancakes, then I am fine with that.

[ Not aware what she'd done, the kick comes as an utter surprise! Jaw clenching, she presses her coiled fingers against her mouth to keep herself from yelping - or very possibly groaning!

Pointedly picking up her menu to hide her blush away from prying eyes - just because it seems like the ladylike thing to do - she shoots him a sidelong leer to match her huffy pout. ]

[ Completely ignoring that pout, William flips to the page of omelette options to look them over. ]

Did you have one you fancied over the others?

[ With a deep steadying breath - that really comes off more as an indignant sniff - Grell sits herself upright. Not unlike a dignified woman!! ]

Cheese. With bacon and spinach.

[ She mutters. Agai, POINTEDLY. ]

Fine.

[ If he was one to laugh, William might find Grell's efforts to appear legitimately feminine humerus. Alas, instead, he merely waves the waiter over, who finally has their original order of fruit. ]

We are ready to order. A cheese, bacon and spinach omelette for her and chocolate chip pancakes for myself. Also a refill on my coffee.

[ After decades of ignoring Grell's wishes to be referred to with female pronouns, he's almost afraid he'll slip up. ]

[ Ah, if only they weren't putting on a facade, she would be legitimately swooning over the fact that William has referred to her as such! Although, hearing it does make her heart flutter ever so slightly.

Folding her menu, she hands it to the waiter with her most pleasant smile - and without those pointed teeth visible, it might actually pass for sweet!

She's really just excited for her fruit. ]

[ William quietly sips the rest of his coffee before turning towards Rosalind. He's not quite certain she'll like eating out of an metal, adult-sized spoon, but she should enjoy the applesauce. It takes her a bit to open her mouth for it, and once she does, the most perplexed look comes across her face. She seems very unsure about this new experience, but is willing to open up once more when her daddy has refilled the spoon. ]

[ Between watching Rosalind, and enjoying her delicious arrortment of fruit, Grell easily slips back into a chipper mood. There's a bit of quiet laughter on her breath, as she conceals her mouth as though chewing. ]

We're quite lucky that she's such a good natured child, aren't we? She's been such a good girl so far.

She really has. We are fortunate that she's taken to us so well.

[ Though, the next bite of food is squished out of her mouth entirely. William tries to catch it with the spoon, but some still gets on her cute dress. It causes William to huff slightly. ]

[ With a sharp intake of breath, Grell only barely keeps herself from gasping aloud! Her brand new dress! But, she is only a baby, so such a thing should be expected-- such is why she eases into tutting her tongue instead, as she turns in her chair to wipe up that excesses food with her napkin. Once that's done, she ties the ends behind Rosalind's collar. ]

We'll need to get her a bib...

Multiple. That will have to be a top priority once we arrive. We barely have anything she needs.

[ Baby shopping! The kid will be spoiled in no time.

Though, as he continues to feed her, he seems to get the hang of it, again, and not much more ends up on her shirt or the napkin. ]

That would be my negligance, really. [ A sigh. ] I'm not quite a natural, as I was hoping to be.

[ Though seeing the girl pick up on things so quickly makes her smile, regardless. She pets a hand over Rosalind's hair, picking up a corner of that napkin to dab a bit of sauce off her cheek - a result of her becoming distracted, looking away, and mistakenly swaying her cheek into the spoon. ]

Neither was I, nor am I still.

[ William offers Grell the spoon, if she would like to try feeding her with it. ]

It's something you can only learn through experiencing it, really. Children are exceptionally unpredictable.

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