[Vision is many things, but Wanda would never dare accuse him of spontenaeity— which is why the note she finds stuck to the inside of the backdoor on her way upstairs from doing laundry strikes her as particularly odd. Her first instinct is to blame one of the boys, but neither of them is anywhere to found, and the handwriting is unmistakable.
'Meet me in the back garden. - V'
It doesn't seem fair to say that what she finds out back isn't what she had expected, because she honestly hadn't known what to expect, but finding her husband seated on the ground with a full picnic spread, along with two glasses and a bottle of wine, was most certainly not it.]
Vis?
[Her smile hitches to one side.]
What's all this? You don't even eat food.
[As he so often reminds her when she thinks to try and express her own affections through her particular brand of cooking— but even as she says so, there's an unmistakable note of affection in her voice, and her smile pulls wider. She's not about to turn down a date; they've become all-too-rare since they became parents.
[ It's difficult for him to put into words what inspired him today. Perhaps one of the ads posted in the shop windows on Main Street, stores he passes by as he travels to and from the office to the parking lot. If he tries to spend too much time trying to parse what it is exactly, though, his mind tends to fog up a bit.
A strange sensation - one that quickly has him moving on to other things. Preparation was simple, childcare a delegation that Agnes took on with an odd sort of glee. He's not going to worry too much about their neighbor's recent behavior. (Has it only been recent? She's always been...unconventional.)
No, he would rather give his attention to his beautiful wife, who is one of, if not the most stunning woman in Westview - Dottie Jones be damned. ]
While that is the case, I still find pleasure in joining you. [ Is his love language feeding Wanda? Humans tend to show so much enjoyment while partaking in their rituals surrounding sustenance he can't help but be drawn into it. He offers her a grin, hand lifting up to sweep over what he has set up. ] Don't worry, I wasn't in charge of this task. I was able to put in an order from the owner of that specialty grocery store in town. The one that claims to grow their own ingredients.
it's been forever gurl you don't have to reply but HELLO
[Whatever had inspired him, the entire production is incredibly sweet— and really, just like him, even if it's unconventional. While spontaneity may not be his strong point, he has always been the sort to do his very best to dote on those he cares about, a short list she's considered herself very fortunate to be a part of for quite some time.]
This is—
[She draws in a long breath as she looks over the entire spread, then turns back to him with an affectionate smile of her own, warm and appreciative.]
Really incredible. You went through all that trouble?
[Probably for the best that he didn't actually prepare any of the food himself, but regardless, she moves to stand beside him and take his hand warmly between both of hers.]
[ Bringing his free hand up, he brushes his fingertips against her cheek. The bright light of her happiness is always worth the execution it takes to surprise her. Not that he'll complain. In fact, he finds himself looking forward to doing so, enjoying the task with abandon.
There's just something so human about wishing to surprise the one he loves with something simple as a picnic. ]
Does there need to be one? I've made sure the boys won't be flying through here. [ Insofar as their sons can be predicted. Vision himself has trouble with that himself, continually astonished by those two rascals. ] It's been a while since we've had time to ourselves, and I wanted it to be memorable.
[ Tugging on her hands, he leads her to the blanket. ]
I'm sure we could convince Agnes to have the boys stay the night for a sleepover if we have a little too much wine.
[ Actually, he's not thinking about wine at all. Just a night alone with the wife he loves so dearly, a woman he can't get enough of and can barely resist touching.]
[The fact that there’s no particular reason beyond ’just because’ makes it that much sweeter, and her smile softens further as his brings his fingers up to lightly brush against her cheek, raising her own hand to affectionately close it around his wrist.]
You’ve really thought of everything, then.
[Well, that shouldn’t surprise her If anyone was going to think of every possible variable in a situation, it would absolutely be him. She allows herself to be drawn towards the blanket, raising both eyebrows in response to that next suggestion.
Far be it from her to argue.]
With that in mind, maybe we should plan on having a little too much?
[When was the last time they had a night alone together? Everything has been such a whirlwind, it seems like it’s been ages. Grinning, she slips an arm around his waist and goes up on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek before giving his hand a squeeze and moving to take a seat, pulling him along with her.]
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'Meet me in the back garden. - V'
It doesn't seem fair to say that what she finds out back isn't what she had expected, because she honestly hadn't known what to expect, but finding her husband seated on the ground with a full picnic spread, along with two glasses and a bottle of wine, was most certainly not it.]
Vis?
[Her smile hitches to one side.]
What's all this? You don't even eat food.
[As he so often reminds her when she thinks to try and express her own affections through her particular brand of cooking— but even as she says so, there's an unmistakable note of affection in her voice, and her smile pulls wider. She's not about to turn down a date; they've become all-too-rare since they became parents.
You know, three weeks ago.]
SWOOPS IN HELLO
A strange sensation - one that quickly has him moving on to other things. Preparation was simple, childcare a delegation that Agnes took on with an odd sort of glee. He's not going to worry too much about their neighbor's recent behavior. (Has it only been recent? She's always been...unconventional.)
No, he would rather give his attention to his beautiful wife, who is one of, if not the most stunning woman in Westview - Dottie Jones be damned. ]
While that is the case, I still find pleasure in joining you. [ Is his love language feeding Wanda? Humans tend to show so much enjoyment while partaking in their rituals surrounding sustenance he can't help but be drawn into it. He offers her a grin, hand lifting up to sweep over what he has set up. ] Don't worry, I wasn't in charge of this task. I was able to put in an order from the owner of that specialty grocery store in town. The one that claims to grow their own ingredients.
it's been forever gurl you don't have to reply but HELLO
This is—
[She draws in a long breath as she looks over the entire spread, then turns back to him with an affectionate smile of her own, warm and appreciative.]
Really incredible. You went through all that trouble?
[Probably for the best that he didn't actually prepare any of the food himself, but regardless, she moves to stand beside him and take his hand warmly between both of hers.]
I love it. What's the occasion?
i would never miss this
There's just something so human about wishing to surprise the one he loves with something simple as a picnic. ]
Does there need to be one? I've made sure the boys won't be flying through here. [ Insofar as their sons can be predicted. Vision himself has trouble with that himself, continually astonished by those two rascals. ] It's been a while since we've had time to ourselves, and I wanted it to be memorable.
[ Tugging on her hands, he leads her to the blanket. ]
I'm sure we could convince Agnes to have the boys stay the night for a sleepover if we have a little too much wine.
[ Actually, he's not thinking about wine at all. Just a night alone with the wife he loves so dearly, a woman he can't get enough of and can barely resist touching.]
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[The fact that there’s no particular reason beyond ’just because’ makes it that much sweeter, and her smile softens further as his brings his fingers up to lightly brush against her cheek, raising her own hand to affectionately close it around his wrist.]
You’ve really thought of everything, then.
[Well, that shouldn’t surprise her If anyone was going to think of every possible variable in a situation, it would absolutely be him. She allows herself to be drawn towards the blanket, raising both eyebrows in response to that next suggestion.
Far be it from her to argue.]
With that in mind, maybe we should plan on having a little too much?
[When was the last time they had a night alone together? Everything has been such a whirlwind, it seems like it’s been ages. Grinning, she slips an arm around his waist and goes up on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek before giving his hand a squeeze and moving to take a seat, pulling him along with her.]