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*A pink-haired witch is seated at her usual table, one foot curled up underneath her. A half-finished bottle of Butterbeer sits in front of her, as does a large stack of files. The latter, however, she is determinedly avoiding for the time being, engrossed instead in the latest issue of Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle.

Let's just call it escapism.*

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...Just a little bit.

*Bernard smiles and slips an arm around her waist, returning to the list.

Whatever kind of terror she is, he doesn't mind.*

What about Sunny's room?

*She leans her head on his shoulder, idly twining her fingers around the hand at her waist.*

She really liked her old room, so maybe we can still use everything from there, with a few extra things -- a dresser, that kind of thing.

...And I really need to look into those child-alert charms for her room. Like Muggle baby-monitors, sort of, only they also let you know when they're up and about and, ah, headed your way.

...They have those? What, are they like telephones?

More like -- oh, what're they called, walkie-talkies.

*an arch look, as she bites back a grin*

What's this, something the scientific genius hasn't heard of?

*Bernard Is Outraged.*

I'm still catching up.

*She pats his cheek condescendingly.*

Sure, sweetheart.

*A little defensively*

Well, it's not as if baby monitors were ever high on my list of priorities.

True. And if they were, I'd say you left out some pretty major details about your life.

*Grinning, she kissing him quickly before looking back down at the list.*

What're we missing?

*He leans over to press his lips to the sensitive spot just underneath her ear.*

The study.

*Her voice, as she replies, is suddenly a bit high-pitched.*

Right, right. I've promised Crowley a sofa in there...

*She trails off as his breath tickles her ear.*

*When he grins, his lips brush her earlobe.*

And if we're going to have people over, we need a table and chairs in the dining room.

*She bites her lip, her eyes drifting closed for a moment.*

Yeah. And, um. What sort of...I mean, there's all different styles...

*She appears to be having a little trouble focusing.*

*For all intents and purposes, it looks as if the Head Barman is merely whispering in his girl's ear, with his arm around her.

As his hand slides from her waist to her back and his thumb slowly circles that spot, Bernard's grin turns mischievous.

He knows better.*

What would you prefer?

*Her flush deepens, and she hums low in her throat.*

Ahh. Nothing too, um--

*she sucks in a breath as the pressure increases imperceptibly*

--dark.

*He bends his head to press a soft kiss to the place where her neck joins her shoulder.*

Well.

I've always preferred lighter woods.

Maybe oak?

*Her voice is faint as she arches her neck slightly.*

Oak? Sure. 'S lovely.

*At this point, she could be agreeing to a dining set made entirely of popsicle sticks, and never notice.*

You know...

*His hand slips under the hem of her shirt.*

I was thinking.

*She leans close, her nose brushing his cheek.*

Yeah?

*He pulls back to kiss the tip of her nose in an unconscious echo of that evening after Diagon Alley.*

We should send Sunny to stay with Tom during the move.

*He's got her attention now. She smiles widely, and nods.*

They'd both love that. It'd be tiring for her to be around, and plus I don't want her getting hurt with all that furniture being moved.

*She pauses, for a moment, her lips ghosting against his.*

Plus we could, you know. Try things out. Make sure everything works.

*His voice is almost a whisper-groan*

You read my mind.

*Ane he closes the meagre distance between his lips and hers, fingers clenching against her back.*

Have to make sure the dining room table's sturdy, you know.

Mmmmmyes. What if we had people over and it just collapsed?

*She smiles against his lips before kissing him deeply.*

*The kiss is... well.

It it's such that Bernard feels no remorse whatsoever about pulling her from her case files.*

We'll have to test it several times, just to be sure.

*As he's speaking, he takes the list and quill out of her nerveless fingers and stands.*

*She stands as well, leaning up to kiss him again, and wraps her arm around his waist, smiling softly at him.*

Take me upstairs.