She started early putting in hints. Kitty wasn't optimistic enough to think St. John wouldn't get as creative with his valentines as he had with his request for her affections (or at least her Friday nights), so she made up a decent excuse (read: extorted out of Jubilee any magazine she could come up with covered the topic) and informed her...friend who was a boy that she, Katharine Pryde, was a very traditional sort of girl (MIT courses and hacker tendencies aside). She much preferred chocolate and roses to a pink lighter with her name engraved on it. (She didn't smoke.)
Chocolate and roses. Nice, warm, rich, velvety, delicious chocolate—or roses because they were romantic and she would appreciate a romantic gesture now and then. But she really wanted the chocolate. Chocolate was a girl's best friend (ignoring any myths to the contrary).
So she was not impressed at all by the tiny box that showed up on her pillow and its accompanying serenade (though she was grateful he was not tone deaf, there were better times to make her aware of this fact than six o'clock in the morning). She didn't feel all that bad either about the dawning panic on his face at seeing her crestfallen expression when she opened said box to find a set of cold, hard, tiny diamond earrings. She understood they were expensive and he was new at this and she ought to be grateful, but she'd told him what she wanted and so had every right to pout.
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Chocolate for a Lady [1/2]
Date: 2011-06-23 06:25 pm (UTC)Chocolate and roses. Nice, warm, rich, velvety, delicious chocolate—or roses because they were romantic and she would appreciate a romantic gesture now and then. But she really wanted the chocolate. Chocolate was a girl's best friend (ignoring any myths to the contrary).
So she was not impressed at all by the tiny box that showed up on her pillow and its accompanying serenade (though she was grateful he was not tone deaf, there were better times to make her aware of this fact than six o'clock in the morning). She didn't feel all that bad either about the dawning panic on his face at seeing her crestfallen expression when she opened said box to find a set of cold, hard, tiny diamond earrings. She understood they were expensive and he was new at this and she ought to be grateful, but she'd told him what she wanted and so had every right to pout.
"Where's my chocolate?"