Which, surprisingly, does not smell faintly of charcolized bread yet. He's getting better.
(He's also been turning the toast in the pan with the frequency of someone who learned the hard way what happens if you let it sit for too long.)
Wash looks up, and there's another warm, if wistful smile when he sees Naomi. "Hey. Look who we found."
It's safe to abandon the stove for a few seconds -- long enough to cross the room and bend to kiss Naomi's forehead -- and even if it wasn't, he'd do it anyway.
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Date: 2006-09-15 04:33 am (UTC)(He's also been turning the toast in the pan with the frequency of someone who learned the hard way what happens if you let it sit for too long.)
Wash looks up, and there's another warm, if wistful smile when he sees Naomi. "Hey. Look who we found."
It's safe to abandon the stove for a few seconds -- long enough to cross the room and bend to kiss Naomi's forehead -- and even if it wasn't, he'd do it anyway.
"Good morning to you too, sweetheart," he says.