I persist to not own Pushing Daisies, and have to apologize for my incredulously sluggish updating. Luckily enough, I can breathe again, being a (THANK GOD) high school graduate, as of now, and I'll be doing a lot of writing! That makes a Kat very happy. Without further ado, on with the show!
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Olive Snook was not one who was foreign to the rules of attraction. Ever since she was young, Olive had known that she was pretty. Perhaps even exceptionally pretty in a way that took a little while to notice and a lot of while to stop pining over. So, of course, she understood Chuck's sudden anxiety around her—
But what had spurred Chuck's sudden attraction to her?
"Can I help you with those, Olive?"
The tiny waitress paused to stare briefly over toward Chuck, whose disturbingly wide smile has now become one full of anticipation and mild (slightly reminiscent of teenage) nervousness. She shook her head, and pressed herself against the sink in order to reach a counter only the ridiculously tall Pie-Maker could reach. This kitchen was not created for the vertically challenged.
Sometimes, Olive realized that Chuck's sweet, warm naïveté and snuggly willingness to leap into a situation was what made her enjoy the dead girl's companionship.
"You can help me out by drying these off, though," Chuck had added an interesting new item to her repertoire of Olive's interesting qualities, a small check-off list composed off neat marks within her brain. This particular mark was placed next to the words 'charmingly adorable voice'.
"Then I can go make you tea?"
The waitress sighed, and couldn't help but crack a tired, if not loveable smile.
"Then you can go make me tea."
Chuck's sudden decision toward Olive Snook did not seem rational. It did not ring clearly, like any sort of crystal bell or seamless echo. It did not reverberate perfect sounds within a hollow room. The thought was polluted by wads of feeling-stoppers in the forms of words. These feeling-stoppers were not getting through to Chuck, who was decidedly quieting them by blatantly ignoring.
If Ned could not touch her, and Ned could not love her, she had found her mind was wrapping itself easily around the next best thing. Or perhaps the very best thing? Her mind was never too keen on decision-making.
"Chuck! –Chuck! …You're dripping all over the floor. Jiminy Christmas—ground control to Major Chuck, you in there?"
The rapidly quickening sense of magnetism rose to a definitive peak for Charlotte Charles, who, inside of a few hours, had quickly found herself loving Olive Snook. Chuck's smile quirked ever wider, and then she was, decidedly, amused. She was amused to the extent that she'd begun to laugh under her breath, and the Chuck-chortles were now Chuck-giggles.
"…What?"
In-between small bouts of laughter, Chuck simply raised an eyebrow. Now it was her turn to be cheeky. "Jiminy Christmas?"
"—Dry the dishes."