"So, it boils down to this, " summarized Angelica as she pulled a can of lima beans from a plastic bag. "She is a total bitch."
Chuck grinned and started stacking cans in the cabinet. "Eloquent. Well said, Ang."
She sighed heavily. "Charles. You know I can't stand it when you mock me."
"Oh, you know you love me."
"Oh God. now you sound like me."
He started putting produce in the fridge. "Heaven forbid."
"Sweetie, you know how much I love our witty banter, but could we maybe go one day without it?"
"Maybe, but why take the chance?"
Angelica ran a hand through his mop of red-orange hair. "Cute...What are you doing down there?" She tilted her head and peered quizzically as he stooped at the refrigerator.
"Just trying to get this stuff put away."
"...Are you color coding the vegetables?..."
"Something like that."
She shrugged and tossed a box of pasta into the open cabinet haphazardly. "You know, I've been thinking about the wedding-"
He made a disdainful sound from his crouching position.
Angelica swiveled around and crossed her arms. "I'm sorry?"
"What?"
"You grunted. What is that about?"
Chuck shrugged without looking up. "It's always thewedding...I guess I'm naive, but I was hoping it wouldn't be like this..." He stood and shut the refrigerator door. He faced her and leaned his forehead against hers, one hand weaving through her strands of honey wheat hair. "Babydoll, I just want to marry you. I don't give a damn about the wedding." He took her slender hands in his. "As long as you say 'I do'. And as long as you're happy."
She gave him a reluctant smile. "Fine. Whatever. I'll cool it on the wedding talk." She turned back toward the counter. A moment later, she turned to him, a box of rice in her hand and a sly smile on her face. "I just wanna say one more thing...I think we're going to have enough money for Paris after all."
Chuck's look of confusion quickly melted into a look of goofy happiness. "Really? But where...how...? I know the budget's pretty tight..."
She shrugged nonchalantly. "I just realized we had more money than I thought. I mean, I guess"...She put down the rice and took his hand in hers almost shyly. "I guess...I realized how much it means to you."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Angelica...That in itself means the world to me...Thank you."
She pulled away gently and rolled her eyes. "Thank you? For realizing basic human emotions? Don't throw me a parade..." She shrugged. "Sorry, I'm a little late on this whole...compromise...thing."
He grinned. "That's ok..."
Angelica kissed his cheek and swiftly returned to her post at the counter.
Chuck laughed. "You're kind of adorable when you're avoiding your feelings, you know."
"Oh, ok now-"
"OhmygodAngelicagetthatawayfr omme"
She gave him a puzzled look. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You know that I do not like...oatmeal..."
She gave a confused look to him, and then to the canister in her hand and commenced to laugh out loud.
Chuck gave her an indignant look and stormed out of the kitchen.