Title: Domestication
Author: S J Smith-Evil_Little_Dog
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I'd be less concerned about being out of work.
Summary: Sophie thinks Eliot's changed. Note: Dialogue-fic.
"I think you've become domesticated, Eliot!"
"I what?"
"Well, look at you, making meals, having a home, with your friends."
"That's not domestication."
"You don't have to get shirty about it."
"Shirty? Shirty? Who talks that way?"
"See? You're getting shirty."
"I am not getting shirty. I'm getting annoyed."
"Annoyed, shirty, same thing."
"I don't think so."
"Are you the one who can pass for nearly any level of European society? Hmm? Not to mention the British isles, which has its own hierarchy? No? I thought not. And what's that sneer for?"
"You. You're getting shirty."
"Well, you're domesticated!"
"Am not!"
"And I'm not going to waste any more time arguing with you about this, when I can see it's true – look at you, bringing out hors d'oeuvres and plated foods."
"And pie!"
"Yes, and pie! Thank you, Parker."
"That does not mean I'm domesticated!"
"You put the seat down after you pee."
"Parker's right. You're domesticated if you put the seat down."
Eliot's response was absolutely unprintable.
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