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It's not every day in Milliways that she is completely and totally pleased with herself. But things went well - amazingly well - and the redhead comes down the stairs with a smile and a bounce in her step.

Both of these things could be attributed to a kiss by a bonfire the night before. And it would be a true attribution!

Let's just pretend it's as innocent as that and leave it there, mmk?

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Yeah, she can see that, looking up at him with lips parted, mouth open to reply and-- yeah, he doesn't get it.

So she grins and nudges back.

"Just... thinkin' about what to tell everybody. Not everybody can brag that the great Sheriff Pardy taught 'em the logistics of walkin'!"

He laughs and puts his hands behind his head looking smug, "Yup. You'll be the envy of everyone around." If only he had gotten it...poor Bill.

Poor Bill indeed. Maybe he'll have another chance sometime!

Laughing with him, she's munching on fruit again, idle fingers curling in her hair. "Well, so long as I can brag about it! All I gotta do now is figure out what I can teach you!"

Bill grins and reaches over to steal some of her fruit since his is all gone now. "Maybe you can show me how to do some of those party things you do. Like fold napkins all pretty like, I'm sure that'd impress my mom some."

Snorting once, she rolls her eyes at him, still grinning. "Oh, well, so long as you can impress your mama.... though, honestly, Bill, I don't think I know anything worth teachin'. Unless you got a drivin' need t'learn flower arrangements? Music? Cake decorating?"

"I like cake." He says, popping a grape in his mouth. "Though it might be best just to let me eat it rather then try to show me anything artistic like. I've been told I'm not that great a student when it comes to learning arts and crafts."

"I'd worry if you didn't like cake." She smirks and steals the last grape in the bowl before he can get it. "Nothin' I do for work is of much use outside of it, unless you're into surprisin' your family or friends with it."

"Yeah, my job's kinda the same way." He nods. "But at least you got the know how to throw a bash of your own sometime. People could envy you for that."

"Well, you got the know-how to be the bouncer for my bash, don't ya?" she teases, grinning as she leans over to knock his shoulder. "I don't throw parties much myself. It's just-- work, y'know? I like it fine, but if I'm havin' a party, I'd rather someone else do it and-- I dunno, wait on me hand and foot or somesuch."

"Aww, does that mean if you do throw a party I'm gonna be left standin at the door instead of bein invited inside?" He asks with mock injury.

"...I'll bring you beers?"

"Beers an cake." He says firmly. "Or no deal."

She pouts.

"But how'll you be the bouncer with your hands full?"

"And a table." He adds, "An a stool too cus I don't like standing all that long. Then I got a place to sit, a place for the cake an beer, an hands free to toss folks out. Sound good?"

"This sounds like a lot more work than I bargained for," she informs him, frowning thoughtful and tapping her jaw with her fingertips. "You better just stay in where the party was, and close by so I can keep my eye on you. So you don't run low on cake and beer, I mean."

"Yeah, the point was sort of to cut down on the work wasn't it?" He agrees. "But don't worry, I been to a few parties an can behave myself pretty well."

"I'll believe it when I see it," says she-- though she grins for it. Not like she's been the epitome of politeness and grace here.

Maybe she can fake it really, really well?

"Well guess that means you're gonna have to throw a party an invite me then don't it?" He grins, wagging his eyebrows at her.

"Guess so! How many people you think are gonna fit in that little room of mine?"

"Don't know. There gonna be dancin or just sittin around talkin? We could always set people up out in the hall if we need."

"There should always," she says, specifically stressing the word, "be dancing at a party. The best parties got it."

He laughs, "Well alright then, guess we're gonna need room for dancin. Dancin, cake an beer, sounds like a good time to me."

"Sounds like we should get someone else t'throw it," she replies, laughing with him as she goes picking through her fruit bowl. "So you don't have t'bounce it and I don't have t'clean up after it!"

"Yeah, I think that may actually be the easiest thing." He sighs, "Too much work makes a party not so fun."

"True," she sighs and smiles when she finds an orange slice, biting into it before sucking out the juice. "Too much work and it is work and I won't get paid for it here!"