SPD Earth, Bridge and Xander's Quarters, 2023

[needsaparrot]

When you're living in the future with no job to speak of and not much to do but watch tv with alien subtitles and answer e-mails from your fellow alumni, shockingly enough there's plenty of time for things like preparing an anniversary dinner.

Not that he didn't know that traditionally one month was like the Kleenex Anniversary or something, but dude. He was a Harris. Well, an ex-Harris. One month without even threats of divorce or flying crockery was probably a new world record for his family.

And thus there was Chinese food, because it was something not made by a synthesizer, it was something he could walk in off the street and order without being afraid humans couldn't actually digest it, and oh yeah -- it was what they'd eaten on their first date.

[OOC: for the S-word person! No, not you, Sean Connery.]

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[needsaparrot]

"That's beside the point!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I thought that *was* the point," Bridge replies, confused.

[needsaparrot]

"If the whole asking Cruger for a job thing blows up in my face, at least I can fall back on giving sarcasm lessons. Dork."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I love you too."

[needsaparrot]

"Good, 'cause it's a month too late to trade me in."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Bridge asks. "I could've sworn there was a 30-day return policy..."

[needsaparrot]

"It's after sunset. Your thirty days are up. You snooze, you lose!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge laughs. "Nuh uh," he says. "Getting to be with you for forever is, well. Pretty much the opposite of losing. So I'd say I win."

[needsaparrot]

"So you're saying you're fully satisfied with the product."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess you *could* say that."

[needsaparrot]

"Are you saying you have complaints?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Weeeeeell... maybe?" Bridge says, trying very, very hard to look serious.

[needsaparrot]

"...Really?" He's pretty sure of the answer, but it never hurts to check. "Have you submitted them to the customer service department?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I haven't," Bridge shakes his head. "Do you know where I can get in touch with them?"

[needsaparrot]

Sometimes it's just too easy. Like as easy as moving his stockinged foot a bit, in a very specific direction, under the table. "Pretty sure I could get you in contact, yeah."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That would be good," Bridge says. "Because I have, um. I have words. That I need to say."

[needsaparrot]

Toes. Wriggling thereof. "Words. Really."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mmmhmm."

[needsaparrot]

"Sorry, could you spell that for me? I've gotta fill out your complaint form in triplicate. Wouldn't want to get anything wrong."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I, um. That thing that you did, last night. More of that. There needs to be. That'd be my complaint."

[needsaparrot]

"...Brushing my teeth?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No, your dental hygiene is *fine*," Bridge says. "I'm thinking more of what happened after that. When there was you and me and much fewer clothes."

[needsaparrot]

"Sleeping?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Before that."

[needsaparrot]

"Before the sleeping?" Xander frowns. "There was a snuggle-deficiency?"