Hot Chocolate: Claudia/Fargo (crossover w/ Eureka)
Summary: Fargo tries out a recipe of Vincent's. Set in my Worst Kept Secrets universe (currently only on tumblr).
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"There are no marshmallows in this," Claudia says with disappointment, the slightest hint of a whine in her voice, as she takes the mug Fargo offers her.
He easily deflects the blame, "I do believe that would be Pete's fault."
At the sound of his name, the offender looks up from his comic book. "What? I really wanted some s'mores and all we had were the mini-marshmallows."
Fargo nods. "Yeah, I checked the grocery list on the fridge and I didn't see marshmallows on there."
Pete groans, rolling his eyes as he reluctantly frees up the seat next to Claudia on the sofa. "Fine, I'll add it to the list. Geez, Fargo, Leena's not as strict as you and she's the house mom."
"You're welcome to help yourself to some hot chocolate while you're in there," Fargo calls out with a grin as Pete makes his way down the hall to the kitchen.
"You do realize that by sending Pete into the kitchen, he's probably going to have to add at least two more items to the house list, don't you?" Claudia asks as Fargo settles next to her with his own mug.
He shrugs. "I figured as much. But at least it'll keep him distracted and out of our hair for a little while."
"You know, Doug, there are other ways of getting me alone that don't involve encouraging Pete with his bottomless pit of a stomach to eat us all out of house and home."
Fargo considers this. "Oh, I'm sure Leena will chase him out of there before he depletes too much food from the pantry." He blows on the steaming liquid. "So, Vincent wasn't willing to give me his actual secret recipe but he came up with a modified recipe just for you. And me. And he swore me to secrecy."
Claudia raised an eyebrow and set her mug on her lap. "Like I don't have ways of making you talk."
"I..." Fargo stops because Pete or anyone else could come bursting into the room at any second and Pete and Steve have a tendency to occasionally take the whole protective surrogate big brothers thing to a whole new scary level. He cleared his throat. "According to Vincent's stipulations, it is to become a family recipe."
Claudia purses her lips then shrugs before lifting her cup up. Family recipe? She can handle that. One day. "Okay then. Guess I'll just have to wait." She takes a sip. "Oh, wow. This is like a warm blanket and happiness in a cup!"
Fargo finally takes a sip as well. "That is...quite possibly the best thing I've ever had to drink. Vincent outdid himself with this recipe."
"You did a pretty good job yourself. It's easy to screw up a recipe." Claudia takes another sip. "Mmm. So, back to you getting me alone and me having ways of making you talk..."