“Is it my day yet?”
She looks up from her laptop. “Darling, you can tell time now that you are SND. What do you think?”
A furrowed brow. “Hmmmm. Judging by that clock by the bed–it is not.”
“That’s right. We have several hours to go.” She gives him a sidelong glance, a smile playing about her lips. “Of course, there is the possibility that I shall post a little early.”
A pair of kohl-rimmed blue eyes brighten as he tilts his dark head to one side. “Really?”
She shakes her blonde head and expels a soft sigh. “It’s not as if I haven’t done it before, you big lug.”
A smirk and a raised brow. “Chiding me affectionately again, are you, my lady?”
A shrug of her shoulders. “I have to tease you, Sir Guy. You are so–teasable, dearest dark knight. Friends do tease one another, after all.”
It is Sir Guy who sighs this time, rubbing the bridge of his aquiline nose. “I suppose I am still getting used to having–friends. People who like–me and aren’t just–using me for their own ends.” His voice is a bit gruff.
“Oh, Guy.” Ladywriter says softly and reaches out her hand to him. Clasping his broad hand in her smaller one, she presses a kiss to the back of it. “You have ever so many friends who adore you now, including a certain SND cat.” She frowned a little and glanced around the room. “Speaking of–”
Sir Guy drawls: “Oh, Puddie is catching up on her beauty sleep. I told her she was quite beautiful enough but she insisted.” He returns the favor and presses his lips (always so very soft) to LW’s hand for a kiss.
Ladywriter smiles, “Ever the diva, our Puddie.” She turns back to her computer. “I need to finish this up. Don’t suppose you’d be interested in bringing me a bowl of buttered pecan ice cream?” Ladywriter queries n a casual tone, keeping her eyes on the computer screen.
“Uhmmmm-hmmmm.” She cuts him another quick glance. “Get yourself a bowl whilst you are at it, of course. It’s quite delicious.”
“I’ll be back in–what is it you say?–a jiffy!” For such a large man he really can move amazingly fast. Such is the enduring allure of Blue Bell ice cream . . . and of the quite yummy SND knight who craves it.
Ladywriter is feeling as if she might fall asleep earlier tonight, although it may just be wishful thinking. She is certainly yawning very enthusiastically. Wherever you are, whatever time of day or day it may be, Happy Guyday Friday, my dears.