Based on the prompt given by starkhasheart: Picnic
The lull of Vivaldi drifts down the hall, mingling with the smells of apple pie and chamomile tea, and Abe all but dances into the kitchen, sneaking up behind Nuala to wrap an arm around her shoulders as she laughs at him, looking eagerly into the oven window at the pie baking within. Abe releases the elf to pull up a seat next to her, sitting and watching with hungry eyes as the timer ticks away.
"It will be the best apple pie I've ever tasted. I just know it," he murmurs, titling his head to glance at his wife. She smiles at him demurely, blushing with affection at the attention, and shakes her head, the golden ends of her hair shivering against the red cloth of her dress.
"That might be a far stretch, Abraham." He reaches out to gently wrap his fingers around hers, squeezing tenderly as she looks over to him, her milky eyes shining against the lights overhead. "You're right. It will not only be the best pie I've ever tasted, but the greatest pie anyone in the world has ever tasted, all because you made it."
Nuala bursts into laughter and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her pale, pointed ear. "What will I do with you, Abraham?"
He blinks and rubs the pad of his blue thumb over her knuckles, running fingers over small scars as her smile widens. She opens her mouth to say something, but the timer dings, a loud noise slicing through the air, and they both jump. Nuala gets up to take the pie out and Abe makes his way to the refrigerator, reaching in to take the pitcher of tea out he'd made earlier, and they meet back at the table. He pours them both a cup of tea and she lets the pie cool before slicing it into small pieces, going over to the cabinets to get two plates, and finds herself humming along with Mozart, smiling to herself at the realization that she's picked up some of her husband's habits.
Abe smoothes out the checkered table cloth and sighs as he catches the scent of freshly baked pie, mixing with the smell of the tea to create a soothing sensation deep inside his senses, and Nuala beams at him as they sit down, cupping her hands together in excitement, and Abe digs a piece of pie out of the pan to place in her plate, getting his own and pouring them both some tea.
"Consider this our first date; a picnic," he offers, shrugging as he cuts off a bite of the dessert. Nuala laughs and takes her own bite, smiling as she chews, and raises an eyebrow as Abe drops his fork, staring at her with the most expression ever shown on his near expressionless face.
The pie, to say the least, was indeed amazing.
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