Title: In A World Without Sarcasm 6: A gold star
Author: Slashydutchie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Genre: Humor
Summary: Number six in what's going to be a whole bunch of drabbles/short fics in which I take quotes from DWP WAY too seriously. Today (for bored an' sleepy ): "And you want to know why she doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day."
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to other people… if it belonged to me Andy and Miranda would have pounced on each other… multiple times.
A/N: So yeah, long time no see... but inspiration for these drabbles came back!
Nigel stopped in his tracks and stared, all brain function apparently leaving him in a way even the most scantily clad hot model hadn't been able to make him do in his entire career.
"Is that...?" he finally managed.
"A giant gingerbread manger on Miranda's desk? Yes," Emily supplied from behind him.
"And why...?"
"It's our homework assignment," came a small voice to his left, making Nigel jump half a foot in the air.
"Andy helped," came a near-identical voice from the right, supplying all the extra shock the poor man needed to achieve the full foot as the giggling twins sped into the office.
"Of course she did," Nigel mumbled as he joined Emily in glaring mildly at the culprit who had just now emerged from behind the gingerbread monstrosity that was presently disgracing Runway's sacred halls with its aroma. Didn't she realize there were people trying to starve in here?
To his credit, Nigel managed not to yelp as Miranda breezed past, taking the Dolce & Gabbana star gown she'd told him to bring from his unresisting grasp as she did so. He did, however, scream (just a little) as she then proceeded to drape it over the roof of the... homework.
"Perfect," the fashionista decided before leaning over and kissing Andrea and the twins on the forehead.