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Chapter 18: Craisins and Irish Expressions
"Are you sure it's, um, safe for the three of you to go to the supermarket together?" Reilly asked as she sat next to Billy in the backseat of Dom's car. Dom laughed at her in the rearview mirror.
"Ri, we go out to all kinds of places together, why wouldn't we go to the supermarket?"
Reilly looked indignant. "Well, supermarkets are…interesting…places!" she retorted. "Everyone goes to the supermarket, therefore you get every type of crazy person imaginable…and a lot of little kids, too!"
Orlando turned around from the passenger's seat and grinned at her. "No worries, love – we can handle the supermarket throngs!"
Billy agreed. "Hobbits are included in the 'everybody' that goes to the supermarket!" Reilly pouted, beaten, and he smiled and nonchalantly yawned and stretched, putting his arm around her. "Of course, you can be my bodyguard of you want," he said in a deep voice, and winked at her. Reilly burst out laughing as Dom and Orli cracked up in the front seat. Billy glared at them, and Reilly stopped laughing and humoured him.
"How 'bout you be mine?" she asked sweetly, and his scowl disappeared as he replaced his arm around her shoulders.
"Hey! Enough flirting back there you two!" Dom announced as they pulled into the parking lot.
"I love supermarkets!" Reilly exclaimed as she ran down the first aisle. The three boys stared at her.
"You love supermarkets?" Orli repeated.
Reilly nodded seriously. "They're so much fun! All this food…and they play the lamest music, it's great! See?!" she nodded in the direction of the music floating down from the ceiling. "This is a total supermarket song!" she sang along with "You'll Be in My Heart" from Tarzan. Dom looked amused.
"Didn't know you were such a Phil Collins fan, Ri," he commented, and laughed as she stopped singing and shuddered.
"Ew, oh God I'm not! He's scary! I just like supermarket songs!" She ran off down the aisle, as the boys shook their heads after her.
"Apricots, apples, bananas…AH!" Reilly shrieked as a pair of hands startled her from behind. Dom laughed at her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm looking for craisins…or che…um, cheraisins?" she wondered, slipping her arm around his waist.
"What?" he looked down at her with his eyebrows raised.
"Craisins," she replied obviously. "Dried cranberries…dried like raisins?" she added, and a look of recognition passed over his face.
"Ohhhh…well why don't you just get raisins if there aren't any…craisins?" She made a disgusted face.
"Ew, no, I hate raisins!"
He laughed. "What's the difference?"
She stared at him like he had three heads. "Raisins are dried grapes! Craisins are dried cranberries! They are entirely different! And raisins are nasty!" she finished.
"So you don't like grapes?" Dom asked, confused.
Reilly sighed exasperatedly. "I love grapes! I just hate raisins!" she told him, and he rolled his eyes and gave up as Billy and Orli joined them. Orli raised an eyebrow as he saw their stance, with their arms around eachother. Hmmm, he thought to himself, a little jealously. Cute. Then he shrugged the thought off.
"What are you two looking for?" he asked, and Dom pointed to Reilly.
"This one here wants craisins, not raisins…maybe cheraisins…have we established what those are?" he added.
"Dried cherries," Reilly supplied, forgiving his ignorance on that one because she wasn't sure if cheraisin was a real word. Orli made a face.
"What's the deal with you and cranberries?" he asked, at the same time that Billy demanded: "Why do you want all your fruit dried?" Reilly laughed. Orli continued, "You drink cranberry juice like it's lifeblood! That stuff is manky," he added, and Reilly shrugged.
"I'm a Cape Cod girl to the core," she replied. "Cranberries ARE lifeblood! And hey," she added, "isn't 'manky' an Irish expression?" The three boys looked at her quizzically. "You know," she explained. "Like how here and in Ireland and Scotland you say 'brilliant'" she repeated the word in each of the three accents. "And you," she nodded to Dom and Orli. "Say 'mate'. And in Northern Ireland they say 'what about ye', like for 'how are you'?" she noticed she was rambling, and finished. "And in Ireland they say 'manky'."
Orli looked dumbfounded. "So are you saying I'm an Irishman?" he demanded, mock-angrily. Reilly shrugged, then looked apologetic.
"Oooh, maybe I shouldn't…the Irish probably wouldn't appreciate me confusing them with the English!" Dom and Orli's eyes widened and they both went for her, as Billy stood to the side and laughed.
"Neutral Scotsman here!" he announced, laughing harder as Reilly ducked behind him to hide.
"Ignorant American pleading pardon!" she cried, clinging to the back of his shirt. Orli and Dom looked at one another, then grinned evilly and shook their heads, pushing Billy aside. Reilly's eyes widened as Orli picked her up.
"NoNoNoNoNo! Down…please?" she whimpered and struggled valiantly against his hold on her. Dom laughed at them, then picked up a little package off a shelf.
"Ocean Spray," he announced. "Heard of that company, Ri?" He laughed again as her eyes widened.
"Yes! Ocean Spray cranberry juice! Are those craisins? Give them to me! DOMINIC!" She scowled as she reached futilely for the package in Dom's hands as Orli kept her inches away. He was breathing more heavily as she continued to wriggle around in his grasp.
"You know, Ri, for such a little girl, you've got a good lot of fight in you!" he told her, slightly impressed. Taking that as incentive, Reilly gave one last twist and managed to slip mostly free, but unfortunately he held onto one leg, so as she landed she slipped, and as she fell she took him down with her, the two of them crashing comically into the dried fruit selection.
"Um…so, yeah…oops," Reilly commented dully as she and Orli sat stunned, tangled up in a sea of apricots and apple slices. Dom and Billy whistled and clapped.
"And they get 6 stars from the Canadian judge!" Billy announced as they took off laughing down another aisle. Orli looked at Reilly for a moment, then jumped to his feet, dragging her up with him.
"Come on!" he pulled her by the hand, but she resisted and shook her head, pointing to floor.
"Shouldn't we do something about our impromptu fruit-salad making?" she asked him, and giggled as he stared at her incredulously, then shook his head and continued pulling her away from the scene of the crime.
"Ooooh, bad boy Orli!" she pretended to reprimand him as they turned the corner. "You were one of those bad-ass little hoodlums who used to fill up grocery carts to the top, then leave them, weren't you?"
He winked at her. "Used to?" he replied, and Reilly laughed.
"He confesses!" she crowed, and ducked as he reached over to mess up her hair.
"Confessions, right here!" Reilly and Orli glanced around, confused, as they heard Billy's voice float in from nowhere. "DOWN here!" it persisted, and looking down at the shelf near their feet they burst out laughing, as they saw Billy peeking through a hole in the bottom shelf where he had removed a box of cereal. Dom's face appeared next to his, and Billy continued: "Come on down, you two! Confession party with the Honey Comb!" Reilly looked up at Orli and they shrugged, then plopped cross-legged down on the floor and peered back at Billy and Dom through the hole. Billy slid the Honey Comb box in and out of place like the window in a confessional. Reilly started to smile.
"This is so stupid," she giggled. Billy shook his finger at her menacingly, only leading her to laugh harder.
"Enough, child! You're up first!" Dom announced, and Reilly swallowed her giggles. "Now," Dom continued. "I want to hear Ri confess…who's the Irish boy?" Reilly nearly choked as she gaped at him. He knew her far, far too well! Orli and Billy looked at her curiously, as she feigned ignorance.
"What are you talking about?" she asked innocently, and Dom rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Reilly, Reilly, Reilly. Don't you know that you can't keep anything from me?" he teased, then grinned and pointed at her triumphantly as a blush rose in her cheeks. "See! There IS an Irish boy!"
Reilly shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, there's multiple Irish boys, actually," she replied, then hurried on as the three boys' eyes widened and they began to nudge eachother. "No! That is NOT what I meant! I meant there are multiple Irish boys that come to the Cape every summer to work!" she covered herself quickly, and Dom motioned for her to continue. "And so yeah…you know…all us girls have had a little Irish hook-up-summer-fling- type-thing…they're fun…you know, they have all that foreign charm that we love cause American boys have pretty much no charm whatsoever…" she paused as the boys all slapped hands and congratulated themselves on not being American. "Plus they have the BEST accents ever…" she smiled sweetly as they all glared at her. "And mine had a tongue ring," she finished, a little dreamily.
"Tongue ring?!" Dom exclaimed. "You like tongue rings?"
Reilly shrugged."Well, sure," she replied. "I mean, I wasn't aware of it until then, but it was great! Mmm…foreign accent and a tongue ring…that was a good time…" she laughed as they all looked at eachother uncomfortably. Then Orlando made a mock-insulted sound.
"Well I for one was under the impression that you liked Brits, not Irish," he said sulkily. Reilly looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"Really? Where on earth did you get such an idea?" she teased him, shrieking as he tackled her. She was ecstatic that they could behave as they had…before…without any awkwardness.
"Hey you two! None of that in the confessional booth!" Billy yelled, sending them all into hysterics. His eyes widened as Dom got up and ran around to join the other two. "Oh merciful heavens," he sighed dramatically. "A threesome, my my. My confessional booth has become a vessel of sin!" Reilly, Orli and Dom sat up to stare at him. "What?" he demanded, puzzled, as they all began to laugh again.
Dom stood up, pulling a breathless Reilly to her feet, as Orlando and Billy collected their items and made their way to the checkout.
"My craisins!" Reilly cried suddenly. Dom laughed and shook his head.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to go back to the scene of the crime?" he joked. She looked distressed and shook her head.
"Need…craisins!" she insisted, dragging him by the hand. Shaking his head in amusement at her, he allowed himself to be led, and couldn't help laughing as he saw her eyes dart around nervously before she sprinted down the messy aisle, grabbed the craisins, and then pulled him quickly around a corner.
"What?" she demanded, smiling a little. "Just being on the lookout!" She cocked her head to one side, listening. "Hey! This isn't a supermarket song! I like this song!" she announced, and began singing along with Shakira's "Underneath Your Clothes". Dom raised his eyebrows as she belted out the suggestive lyrics.
"Hey, speaking of underneath your clothes…" he began, laughing as her eyes widened. "No, no," he said quickly. "What I meant was, Emma's coming to visit you for spring break, yes?"
"Ohhhh…so you're actually speaking of underneath Emma's clothes then?" Reilly demanded, surprised to find that there was a touch of jealousy in her teasing. Dom laughed again.
"No! Ok, maybe underneath your clothes isn't a good segue! But it made me think, less clothes, as in bathing suits," Reilly looked relieved, and he continued. "I was wondering, what Emma would think of spending some of her time visiting you in London, in, well, New Zealand?" Reilly's eyes sparkled excitedly.
"You guys got the house?" she asked, and squealed happily when he nodded. "And you want us to come down?" Dom nodded, giving her an are-you- retarded kind of look.
"Of course I want you to come!" he told her. Reilly smiled, thrilled, as they hurried to join Orli and Billy in the checkout line. New Zealand here I come! She thought to herself, leaning against Dom as he put his arm around her.
A/N: So they're doing away with actor fics, hm? But I just got here! Damn! Well…I suppose I'll just have to finish by the deadline then, which is too bad cause I'm having so much fun with this story! And I love hearing from all of you! I'm going to miss you guys! Oh well…look for frequent updates thru the 21st I suppose! And keep reviewing if it pleases you…I love to read them!
Chapter 18: Craisins and Irish Expressions
"Are you sure it's, um, safe for the three of you to go to the supermarket together?" Reilly asked as she sat next to Billy in the backseat of Dom's car. Dom laughed at her in the rearview mirror.
"Ri, we go out to all kinds of places together, why wouldn't we go to the supermarket?"
Reilly looked indignant. "Well, supermarkets are…interesting…places!" she retorted. "Everyone goes to the supermarket, therefore you get every type of crazy person imaginable…and a lot of little kids, too!"
Orlando turned around from the passenger's seat and grinned at her. "No worries, love – we can handle the supermarket throngs!"
Billy agreed. "Hobbits are included in the 'everybody' that goes to the supermarket!" Reilly pouted, beaten, and he smiled and nonchalantly yawned and stretched, putting his arm around her. "Of course, you can be my bodyguard of you want," he said in a deep voice, and winked at her. Reilly burst out laughing as Dom and Orli cracked up in the front seat. Billy glared at them, and Reilly stopped laughing and humoured him.
"How 'bout you be mine?" she asked sweetly, and his scowl disappeared as he replaced his arm around her shoulders.
"Hey! Enough flirting back there you two!" Dom announced as they pulled into the parking lot.
"I love supermarkets!" Reilly exclaimed as she ran down the first aisle. The three boys stared at her.
"You love supermarkets?" Orli repeated.
Reilly nodded seriously. "They're so much fun! All this food…and they play the lamest music, it's great! See?!" she nodded in the direction of the music floating down from the ceiling. "This is a total supermarket song!" she sang along with "You'll Be in My Heart" from Tarzan. Dom looked amused.
"Didn't know you were such a Phil Collins fan, Ri," he commented, and laughed as she stopped singing and shuddered.
"Ew, oh God I'm not! He's scary! I just like supermarket songs!" She ran off down the aisle, as the boys shook their heads after her.
"Apricots, apples, bananas…AH!" Reilly shrieked as a pair of hands startled her from behind. Dom laughed at her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm looking for craisins…or che…um, cheraisins?" she wondered, slipping her arm around his waist.
"What?" he looked down at her with his eyebrows raised.
"Craisins," she replied obviously. "Dried cranberries…dried like raisins?" she added, and a look of recognition passed over his face.
"Ohhhh…well why don't you just get raisins if there aren't any…craisins?" She made a disgusted face.
"Ew, no, I hate raisins!"
He laughed. "What's the difference?"
She stared at him like he had three heads. "Raisins are dried grapes! Craisins are dried cranberries! They are entirely different! And raisins are nasty!" she finished.
"So you don't like grapes?" Dom asked, confused.
Reilly sighed exasperatedly. "I love grapes! I just hate raisins!" she told him, and he rolled his eyes and gave up as Billy and Orli joined them. Orli raised an eyebrow as he saw their stance, with their arms around eachother. Hmmm, he thought to himself, a little jealously. Cute. Then he shrugged the thought off.
"What are you two looking for?" he asked, and Dom pointed to Reilly.
"This one here wants craisins, not raisins…maybe cheraisins…have we established what those are?" he added.
"Dried cherries," Reilly supplied, forgiving his ignorance on that one because she wasn't sure if cheraisin was a real word. Orli made a face.
"What's the deal with you and cranberries?" he asked, at the same time that Billy demanded: "Why do you want all your fruit dried?" Reilly laughed. Orli continued, "You drink cranberry juice like it's lifeblood! That stuff is manky," he added, and Reilly shrugged.
"I'm a Cape Cod girl to the core," she replied. "Cranberries ARE lifeblood! And hey," she added, "isn't 'manky' an Irish expression?" The three boys looked at her quizzically. "You know," she explained. "Like how here and in Ireland and Scotland you say 'brilliant'" she repeated the word in each of the three accents. "And you," she nodded to Dom and Orli. "Say 'mate'. And in Northern Ireland they say 'what about ye', like for 'how are you'?" she noticed she was rambling, and finished. "And in Ireland they say 'manky'."
Orli looked dumbfounded. "So are you saying I'm an Irishman?" he demanded, mock-angrily. Reilly shrugged, then looked apologetic.
"Oooh, maybe I shouldn't…the Irish probably wouldn't appreciate me confusing them with the English!" Dom and Orli's eyes widened and they both went for her, as Billy stood to the side and laughed.
"Neutral Scotsman here!" he announced, laughing harder as Reilly ducked behind him to hide.
"Ignorant American pleading pardon!" she cried, clinging to the back of his shirt. Orli and Dom looked at one another, then grinned evilly and shook their heads, pushing Billy aside. Reilly's eyes widened as Orli picked her up.
"NoNoNoNoNo! Down…please?" she whimpered and struggled valiantly against his hold on her. Dom laughed at them, then picked up a little package off a shelf.
"Ocean Spray," he announced. "Heard of that company, Ri?" He laughed again as her eyes widened.
"Yes! Ocean Spray cranberry juice! Are those craisins? Give them to me! DOMINIC!" She scowled as she reached futilely for the package in Dom's hands as Orli kept her inches away. He was breathing more heavily as she continued to wriggle around in his grasp.
"You know, Ri, for such a little girl, you've got a good lot of fight in you!" he told her, slightly impressed. Taking that as incentive, Reilly gave one last twist and managed to slip mostly free, but unfortunately he held onto one leg, so as she landed she slipped, and as she fell she took him down with her, the two of them crashing comically into the dried fruit selection.
"Um…so, yeah…oops," Reilly commented dully as she and Orli sat stunned, tangled up in a sea of apricots and apple slices. Dom and Billy whistled and clapped.
"And they get 6 stars from the Canadian judge!" Billy announced as they took off laughing down another aisle. Orli looked at Reilly for a moment, then jumped to his feet, dragging her up with him.
"Come on!" he pulled her by the hand, but she resisted and shook her head, pointing to floor.
"Shouldn't we do something about our impromptu fruit-salad making?" she asked him, and giggled as he stared at her incredulously, then shook his head and continued pulling her away from the scene of the crime.
"Ooooh, bad boy Orli!" she pretended to reprimand him as they turned the corner. "You were one of those bad-ass little hoodlums who used to fill up grocery carts to the top, then leave them, weren't you?"
He winked at her. "Used to?" he replied, and Reilly laughed.
"He confesses!" she crowed, and ducked as he reached over to mess up her hair.
"Confessions, right here!" Reilly and Orli glanced around, confused, as they heard Billy's voice float in from nowhere. "DOWN here!" it persisted, and looking down at the shelf near their feet they burst out laughing, as they saw Billy peeking through a hole in the bottom shelf where he had removed a box of cereal. Dom's face appeared next to his, and Billy continued: "Come on down, you two! Confession party with the Honey Comb!" Reilly looked up at Orli and they shrugged, then plopped cross-legged down on the floor and peered back at Billy and Dom through the hole. Billy slid the Honey Comb box in and out of place like the window in a confessional. Reilly started to smile.
"This is so stupid," she giggled. Billy shook his finger at her menacingly, only leading her to laugh harder.
"Enough, child! You're up first!" Dom announced, and Reilly swallowed her giggles. "Now," Dom continued. "I want to hear Ri confess…who's the Irish boy?" Reilly nearly choked as she gaped at him. He knew her far, far too well! Orli and Billy looked at her curiously, as she feigned ignorance.
"What are you talking about?" she asked innocently, and Dom rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Reilly, Reilly, Reilly. Don't you know that you can't keep anything from me?" he teased, then grinned and pointed at her triumphantly as a blush rose in her cheeks. "See! There IS an Irish boy!"
Reilly shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, there's multiple Irish boys, actually," she replied, then hurried on as the three boys' eyes widened and they began to nudge eachother. "No! That is NOT what I meant! I meant there are multiple Irish boys that come to the Cape every summer to work!" she covered herself quickly, and Dom motioned for her to continue. "And so yeah…you know…all us girls have had a little Irish hook-up-summer-fling- type-thing…they're fun…you know, they have all that foreign charm that we love cause American boys have pretty much no charm whatsoever…" she paused as the boys all slapped hands and congratulated themselves on not being American. "Plus they have the BEST accents ever…" she smiled sweetly as they all glared at her. "And mine had a tongue ring," she finished, a little dreamily.
"Tongue ring?!" Dom exclaimed. "You like tongue rings?"
Reilly shrugged."Well, sure," she replied. "I mean, I wasn't aware of it until then, but it was great! Mmm…foreign accent and a tongue ring…that was a good time…" she laughed as they all looked at eachother uncomfortably. Then Orlando made a mock-insulted sound.
"Well I for one was under the impression that you liked Brits, not Irish," he said sulkily. Reilly looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"Really? Where on earth did you get such an idea?" she teased him, shrieking as he tackled her. She was ecstatic that they could behave as they had…before…without any awkwardness.
"Hey you two! None of that in the confessional booth!" Billy yelled, sending them all into hysterics. His eyes widened as Dom got up and ran around to join the other two. "Oh merciful heavens," he sighed dramatically. "A threesome, my my. My confessional booth has become a vessel of sin!" Reilly, Orli and Dom sat up to stare at him. "What?" he demanded, puzzled, as they all began to laugh again.
Dom stood up, pulling a breathless Reilly to her feet, as Orlando and Billy collected their items and made their way to the checkout.
"My craisins!" Reilly cried suddenly. Dom laughed and shook his head.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to go back to the scene of the crime?" he joked. She looked distressed and shook her head.
"Need…craisins!" she insisted, dragging him by the hand. Shaking his head in amusement at her, he allowed himself to be led, and couldn't help laughing as he saw her eyes dart around nervously before she sprinted down the messy aisle, grabbed the craisins, and then pulled him quickly around a corner.
"What?" she demanded, smiling a little. "Just being on the lookout!" She cocked her head to one side, listening. "Hey! This isn't a supermarket song! I like this song!" she announced, and began singing along with Shakira's "Underneath Your Clothes". Dom raised his eyebrows as she belted out the suggestive lyrics.
"Hey, speaking of underneath your clothes…" he began, laughing as her eyes widened. "No, no," he said quickly. "What I meant was, Emma's coming to visit you for spring break, yes?"
"Ohhhh…so you're actually speaking of underneath Emma's clothes then?" Reilly demanded, surprised to find that there was a touch of jealousy in her teasing. Dom laughed again.
"No! Ok, maybe underneath your clothes isn't a good segue! But it made me think, less clothes, as in bathing suits," Reilly looked relieved, and he continued. "I was wondering, what Emma would think of spending some of her time visiting you in London, in, well, New Zealand?" Reilly's eyes sparkled excitedly.
"You guys got the house?" she asked, and squealed happily when he nodded. "And you want us to come down?" Dom nodded, giving her an are-you- retarded kind of look.
"Of course I want you to come!" he told her. Reilly smiled, thrilled, as they hurried to join Orli and Billy in the checkout line. New Zealand here I come! She thought to herself, leaning against Dom as he put his arm around her.
A/N: So they're doing away with actor fics, hm? But I just got here! Damn! Well…I suppose I'll just have to finish by the deadline then, which is too bad cause I'm having so much fun with this story! And I love hearing from all of you! I'm going to miss you guys! Oh well…look for frequent updates thru the 21st I suppose! And keep reviewing if it pleases you…I love to read them!