Link to original fic: https www dot fanfiction dot net /s/13339286/1/Table-for-Three
"Triple beans, quadruple chicken, double onions, ALL OF THE queso…" One hand held a crumpled Chipotle order as Merida held the restaurant door open for Saffron and Rapunzel. She read over Anna's order request one last time, blanched at the idea of so many beans, and headed into the restaurant. "Punza, don't you even think about paying this time."
A moment later, Merida let out a bashfully pleased 'eep' as Saffron snaked a finger through a front belt-loop and gave a gentle tug. "Let's go, Meri, we're on a timetable!"
Rapunzel chuckled and did a little slap-attack on Merida's back. "Can't be closed for more than an hour and miss out on your Sex Pistols fanboys, huh?"
Arriving at the back of the line, Merida smirked as she let her arms drape down over Saffron's shoulders. "They can't do nothin' more than stare and wish they had it. We're thinking about starting a little showcase box thing at the back end of the shop, ain't we Beano?"
Saffron preened and toyed with Merida's hands fondly. "We may be thinking about it, but it's your hands that'll bring the dream to life. I'll handle decorating after…and after we get a way better locked display-case."
The sweet, tangy scent of Mexican food filled three sets of nostrils, and Rapunzel happily bonked her head against Merida's jacket-clad back. "I bet Elsa can help you with materials for it. I know I've got some great shatter-proof fiberglass back home that could fit the job."
"Be a real sweet deal if you could manage that, Punza. I'll pay you back with handywork at your place if you ever need it." Merida blushed again as she felt kisses pressed to each of her palms.
Saffron peeked back under Merida's right arm and grinned encouragingly. "And she is very handy."
Rapunzel didn't miss a beat as she tugged on the hem of Merida's jacket. "Very handsy?"
Saffron's face warned, and the corners of her eyes crinkled. "That, too."
Merida directed her rosy stare towards the ceiling, refusing any and all eye contact. "Aw hell…"