[Neal really didn't want to make it a big deal, so he leaves a wrapped gift basket for her with a note that says: 'Life's too short to settle for one kind of Reese's product.']
I accept the Swiss Roll with an invitation to come over for milk to go with your chocolate. Though I'm happy to come collect my prize.
[Basically, no pressure. He absolutely doesn't expect anything in return, it was just a nice thing to do for someone he knew for sure he could make smile.]
Well, if you don't mind the controlled chaos of my apartment, I did just buy milk this morning. I'll let you have the honor of having the lid ring before my cat does.
[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?]
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.
[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.]
[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.
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