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It's really only a matter of time. I can't promise you it won't come out when you come over.

Only time will tell. Let me know when you want company and I'll see for myself.

Well, I'm home right now. I'm not sure if you want to risk waiting for later. The swiss roll might not make it.

I'm coming to get that damn swiss roll.

Better hurry up. I'm already opening the wrapper.

[Once he founds out how to get to her place, Neal knocks, leaning against the door frame, and when she answers, he's grinning, all dimples.]

You know, my invitation was actually for you to come to my place, because I'm not an animal who just invites himself places. But this makes more sense. You've got all the goods here. And I'm gonna need to verify that Swiss Rolls is still safe, if you don't mind.

[Stop that. Dimples are banned in this apartment. Nevermind that her own are showing as she actually happy to have some company today.

Speaking of the apartment, when Angela pulls the door open, he's greeted by the sight of all her furniture pushed completely towards the wall so she can work on a giant painting in the middle of the living room floor. Watch your step, Neal. She's not responsible for any paint on nice shoes.]

What? And walk down the street with these goodies in plain sight? Are you trying to get me mugged? And here I thought this was starting to become a beneficial friendship. I'm starting to question who's more important here, me or the Swiss Roll.

[Angela glances down at her hand where she's holding the still closed package, pouting just a little bit. This is a serious topic for serious adults, okay?]

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Hey, all I wanted was to make sure you knew I wasn't a bum. But now that that's established...

[He makes a grab for the package, trying to dart around her. It's playful, he's still grinning and honestly, the paint doesn't bother him at all. (Her pout is cute too; she's cute.)

Once he gets the package in his hand, he wiggles it at her.]

My priorities definitely start at Swiss Roll.

[But then he focuses in on the giant painting that he's been careful not to get too close to until now, when he's not horsing around.]

Damn, you're really good. I mean, I'm no art critic, but wow, Angela.

You could still be a bum. Maybe a part-time bum who doesn't ask for spare change, but spare snackcakes.

[Angela yells a little when the cake is snatched from her hand and extends her leg to kick Neal in the leg, equally as playful, before shutting the door behind him.

(He's not a bad looker himself. Maybe she could buy her own Swiss Rolls just to have him come over again. Good excuse to see that face again.)]

I see. Well, after this don't expect me to share with you ever again.

[Her eyebrows raise at his compliment, something she actually doesn't expect before the question of what the hell she is painting, and Angela scratches at her head with a soft laugh. Though on second thought, the subject is easy to make out: a long necked rainbow bird amongst a blossoming tree with a few trails of colorful foliage cascading down the edge of the canvas.]

Ah, thank you. It still needs some finishing touches, but I have to wait for some layers to dry first. Lucky you, coming over at the perfect time for snacks.

[He's doing a lot of grinning here so far, and he shrugs his shoulders.]

I've got a knack for good timing. Getting to places right when dinner is done, that's my speciality.

[And then he gestures back to the painting.]

Would you do something for a personal apartment sometime?

Maybe your specialty should be getting people to invite you in because showing up just isn't enough these days.

[With a poke in between his ribs, Angela wheels around him and into the kitchen, pulling down a couple glasses from the cabinet.]

Are you asking if I'll do one for free or...? [There's clearly a joking tone in her question. She'd like to believe he's really not that kind of bum.]

[He smiles at the poke, then opens the Swiss Roll with every intention to share it with her.]

No, no way. I know that takes skill. You can name your price. I'm willing to pay it for something one of a kind hanging on my wall.

[Breaking the swiss roll in half, he offers it to her without question because hey, he's a gentleman.]

[She's too busy pouring milk to call him out on the potentially stealing that second roll for himself.]

Depends what one of a kind you want. Still life? Landscape? Nude portrait?

[Excuse him. There are two in that package. Angela knows. She felt up the pack before he came over. Glancing down at his polite offer, she smirks and blows him a raspberry, snatching the remaining cake out of his hand.]

You'll need a hand free for the milk.

[Hey, he happens to like savoring things, Angela. There was no need to worry. But he grins, letting her have it, not putting up a fight at all.]

While the idea of a nude portrait is indeed fascinating, I think I'll go with landscape. I'm thinkin' something in the neighborhood of ocean view.

Ocean view, huh?

[Hopping up onto one of her kitchen counters, she takes a bit of the cake and chews thoughtfully. Her head is tipped to the side in a genuine motion of consideration for Neal's request. Oceans are nice. Easy too. She could probably be done with what he wants in a few hours to a day. Not that Angela will half-ass it--not for something that'll have her name on it and possibly serve as free advertisement--but some things are just simpler than others.]

Any ocean in particular or do I have artistic license to go wild?

[He's had a long time of having food, of being able to buy whatever he wants, but the thing is, a hundred years in Neverland and there are some habits that just don't go away, so he's savoring the Swiss Roll like he might not ever get another one, thoughtful as he chews.]

I think you should go wild with it. I mean, you do have the beach essentials: water, sand, obligatory scenic rocks.

[Another few nibbles and Angela's reaching for her glass, one eye narrowed at Neal over the rim. He's sure eating that roll slow, like there isn't another package of them in the basket that she hasn't already made plans to share with him.]

Yeah, but there's also women in bikinis, men in speedos, a lifeguard sleeping on the job... How do you feel about a surfer wiping out?

Not really too into people being in it....dolphins though. How do you feel about painting a dolphin?

[He's grinning, because he's kidding, but he likes this, he likes their banter.]

I feel as much as I could possibly feel about you paying me to paint a dolphin.

[There are some things she won't put on a canvas to be marked there forever, or at least for some time until she could paint over it, but dolphins are nice. Not exactly peaceful and gentle now that science has taught her the truth about them, but whatever Neal wants, Neal gets.

Pointing at his glass of milk with one hand and licking melted chocolate off the other, Angela nods at him and then to a cabinet next to her.]

Want something stronger?

Then maybe just a nice landscape then. That works for me.

[Finishing off his Swiss Roll he can't help but reply with a smirk.]

I dunno, what goes good with Swiss Roll?

[Tucking her fingertips underneath the cabinet door, Angela gives it a good tug, revealing a fine collection of spirits and liquors stashed in there. Clearly, she gives her liver a good beating every now and then.]

In my professional opinion, I'd suggest Irish Cream or Kahlua. On the other hand, I don't think the Glazed Donut vodka that I have would go too badly with it.

Just to make this a real good time? Let's go vodka. Might as well. I'm game for trying anything once that sounds like it might kill my live at the same time I go into diabetic shock.

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