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Alain's staked out the usual corner of the usual couch. Tea, for a change, and french fries. He's starting a new book, obtained by the usual method of asking the bar for something interesting. It's in English, this time: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by a man named L. Frank Baum.

So far, the little girl has just been swept up by a great wind, and dropped in a country full of slow mutants, killing an evil witch thereby.

Alain is still figuring out whether he likes this story.

Tucked into the book as a bookmark is a note the bar produced with his food.

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Promptly, "Because you know me too well."

No, he doesn't really believe it either.

There's an arm loosely around her waist.

"You can never really know a man until you have made his toenails sparkle," Lilly says solemnly.

Well, as solemnly as she can.

This is not terribly solemn.

Alain eyes her.

And then he starts to snicker.

Lilly beams. Making Alain laugh just increased the general awesomeness of her day. She nestles a little closer to him and catches sight of his book.

"Ooh, you're reading the Wizard of Oz? See, that should teach you the importance of sparkly feet!"

He blinks at her.

"There's toenail polish in this?"

He's about a page before the silver shoes part.

"Nope," Lilly says. "But there are sparkly feet. You'll see."

She's eyeing him.

"Okay, seriously. When can I paint your toenails?"

Alain eyes her back.

...There's no way in hell he's getting out of this.

A snort of laughter, and a shrug.

Luckily, he wears boots pretty constantly in public.

"Hey, if Koosh survived it you can too," Lilly points out helpfully.

"I gave Indy tequila to make it easier on him. You can have that or nudity or both if you want."

Yeah... she's definitely been talking to Fleur recently.

Alain leans over to kiss her, arm tightening around her waist.

"It's a deal," he murmurs against her lips.

Alain is kissing her and has just agreed to let her paint his toenails. Could this be the Best Day Ever?

Well, even if it isn't, it's pretty damn close. She's smiling as she kisses him back.

"Shiny. Even if I suspect you're only doing it for the nudity."

"I'm doing it," he says drily, "because I don't think I've a chance in hell of avoiding it."

Beat.

"The nudity helps, I'll admit."

Lilly looks smug even as she slips her arms around his neck.

"You don't. And I thought so."

If it's possible to kiss someone smugly, she is.

He pulls back, after a few moments.

"When did'ee manage to paint Bert?"

Alain is not snickering at all.

Well. Not yet, anyway.

Lilly is. Well, she's giggling at least.

"At the sleepover. Susan had to get him in there for a dare, and she promised him there would be people and alcohol and there was... only the people were me, Meg, Kaylee, Anthy, and Susan, and there was nail polish and glitter and really, he's lucky he escaped with only painted toes."

And now he is laughing.

Kind of a lot.

Through his laughter, "Gods. Poor Bert."

Making Alain laugh this much? Oh, today is definitely creeping closer to Best Day Ever. Lilly leans back against the couch, looking more than a little proud of herself.

"Hey, he didn't seem to mind too much. I think maybe secretly he liked it."

Alain just shakes his head, still laughing a little.

"Thee's a menace, thee are."

Oh, like that's going to stop Lilly from looking proud of herself.

"Please. I like to think of myself as providing a valuable public service. I make people's feet prettier! How is that menacing?"

"A menace," Alain repeats firmly. "With glitter and polish."

"Well, if I am, it's your fault," Lilly replies just as firmly.

She's got a logical explanation for why this is true, of course. For given definitions of logical.

Alain's look at her is saying, This makes sense how...?

"Well," Lilly points out. "I have a gunslinger boyfriend, and gunslingers are menacing. So, in order to be a proper gunslinger girlfriend, I have to be menacing too. Thus, it's all your fault."

And that is how this makes sense. To Lilly, if no one else.

Drily, "And you'd tell me that you weren't so before?"

"Not at all," Lilly says, straight-faced. "I was sweet and innocent and completely unthreatening."

She sighs, shaking her head.

"The menacing thing is all due to you. You're a really corrupting influence, you ken?"

Alain doesn't dignify that with a response.

Well, not aloud. The yeah, right look is fairly eloquent.