"What about a Belgian Malinois? Or a Siberian Husky? Oh, wait, I know. We should get a Goldendoodle!"
"Seriously? We live in an alcove, Dick. Be reasonable. Plus, it'll get hot with all that fur." The sorceress sighed, separating the shriveled greens from her rice and discreetly dropping them in the ever growing pile of veggies on a her napkin. Lilac gaze peering up at him, she reached forward, thumbing at the bit of sauce at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, his tongue sifted to the side, the target the same as hers, and he giggled as they touched. Settling her hands back in her lap, Raven dusted the pink from her cheeks and pursed her lips. "I don't see why we need a dog."
"Well for one, your green beans wouldn't go to waste."
Raven felt her cheeks flush as the playful waggle of his brows caught her eye. Flicking another of those bitter greens from her bowl, she waved him off simply. "Why do you even want a dog anyway?"
"Huh?" Dick cocked his head towards the girl from the opposite end of their couch. "I don't want a dog, Raven. I want us to get a dog. There's a difference."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you have your cat, but]we've been together for what, three years now? I think it's time we got a pet together. You know, it'll be like our baby."
Their baby, huh? Well, that was an interesting notion.
"But… But what if we, well," the girl stared down at the bowl of white rice, convincing herself that the steam was what made her face so warm, not the topic of this particular conversation. "Well, you know. Then who'd get the dog?"
Dick stared at her, completely dumbfounded. Those cobalt eyes, always crinkling at the edges were suddenly wide, like the electricity in them had just given him the shock of the ages. The ends of his chopsticks hit the table with littlepings! as his gaze burned into her. Who'd get the dog? What kind of question was that?He shook his head slowly, a little disappointed as he remembered that his girlfriend happened to be the only person in the entire world whose mind ran logically 24/7.
"Don't give me that look, Richard." The girl retorted, the sentence coming out a bit snappier than she'd intended. "It's not like I like toying with that idea either, but we've got to be realistic… I mean, it's not right to adopt a dog without considering all the options."
Chopsticks clicked, and the boy reached for the center of the coffee table, plucking a piece of dinner and popping another piece of sushi between his lips. This was ridiculous, and he refused to let such a trivial, obviously impossible topic ruin his delicious takeout. "That's just it, Raven," he spoke between chews, clicking his utensils at her mindfully. "I did look into all the options."
"Really?" Dark lashes collided at the corners of her eyes, a suspicious amethyst gaze narrowed in on him. A silvery chopstick tapped against her full bottom lip, and her tone drenched in skepticism. "You thought about what's going to happen to the dog if we broke up? Really?"
"Well," the boy chuckled, dousing a shred of teriyaki chicken in his cup of soy sauce. "According to my calculations…." he swallowed with a dramatic gulp. Rising just a tad from his seat, he leaned forward until the tip of his nose touched hers. Their auras collided, the salty soy intermingling with her sweet jasmine and the sharpness of his favorite cologne. Sapphire eyes blazed, warming the pink of her cheeks to a nice, rosy scarlet.
"There's zero chance of that happening."