"Trust me, Tils I'm the worst cook in all of Hyp-town." Margot confesses "seriously there is a reason I became a mixologist and not some world traveling master chief. I burn water."
Tilly gives her girlfriend an unamused glance as she shifts the single shopping bag Margot had allowed her to carry into her other hand to fish her keys from her jeans pocket. "I'm sure you're not—" she tries to soothe pushing open the door then allowing her grocery ladened girlfriend into the apartment ahead of her.
"I am." Margot counters over her shoulder already heading toward the kitchen whilst Tilly pauses to kick off her boots by the door although how Margot had already managed to kick off her own without breaking stride or even slowing down on her way toward the kitchen was becoming an altogether intriguing mysteries Tilly was going to find out one of these days. "Actually, I'm worse. I don't even think Sabine could help me."
Tilly chuckles shaking her head.
"But enough about my nonexistent cooking skills." Margot sighs dropping most of the shopping bags onto the table "What's say you and I play a game?" the bartender that was Tilly's girlfriend questions making quick work of stashing away the pair's colder purchases to their rightful spots in either the refrigerator or the freezer.
Tilly was intrigued, to say the least especially when after her probing "what game would you want to play?" that she noticed the way Margot was now holding out her hand for the single one Tilly had been carrying. The grey bag mocking the curious young woman all the way from the car considering Margot had tied it off before passing it over, so Tilly couldn't even sneak a peek at what her sneaky girlfriend had been so eager to pick up on their latest trip to the market.
"Chess."
Tilly instantly laughs aloud at the offering as she gets to work unpacking the other nonperishables from the bags. "Ready for a rematch already, are you? Honestly, Targo I even tried to let you win last time, love." She reminded holding a box of fun-shaped pasta aloft as she meets Margot's gaze from the kitchen to the living room where her grinning girlfriend had retreated to.
"I'm serious." Margot counters "and this time I have a way that even if I lose—"
"You will, sorry love," Tilly predicts with a shy smile as she slides the bread loaf on top of the fridge.
"Anyway." Margot huffs but with a shy grin of her own counseling out any upset in her tone. "I found a more enjoyable way to play."
"Huh?" Tilly asks
"Step into my office and I'll show you." Margot encourages gesturing to the open side of the sofa.
"Are those chessmen cookies?" Tilly gaped spying the makeshift chessboard Margot had set up using one of the many actual chess boards Rogers keeps bringing home after finding out Tilly's love of the game.
"I'm the buttered plain kind and you get to be chocolate so that way we don't get mixed up in who is moving where." Margot nodes fidgeting nervously with the set of her glasses. "Do. Do you like it?" Her face falls when Tilly immediately begins shaking her head.
"I love it, Targo." Tilly corrects.
"Good, cause I may have picked up a few extra bags." Margot smiles "They had more of a selection this time, so I picked up two of each kind." She rambles her palms sweating like crazy as the intriguing happy gleam in Tilly's eyes only sparks brighter the longer, she talks.
"You'll be a master in no time then." The blue-eyed blonde reasons.
Margot laughs aloud at that pulling out the loan single bag of dipped cookie pieces as a snack while they played. "I wouldn't go that far, Tils."
"Then how about we try a game of strip chess?" Tilly offers. "Rogers's isn't due back for a while, and we do have the place to ourselves."
Margot's eyes widen at the less than innocently offered bargain. The freshly open pack of cookies falling forgotten onto the floor from her trembling fingers.
"You're right. It's too soon for that." Tilly nodes whilst Margot continues to flounder. "How about if you win this game—I'll give you a kiss?" the self-described 'Crazy Tilly' backpaddles. Also, a fair offer considering the pair hadn't exactly taken that next step just yet despite their growing feeling for one another.
"I say heck yes." Margot agrees in a disbelieving whisper.