When Murphy returns, it is with a whole cake on a tray... and a fork. Two forks, actually, but she figured it would be a waste to dirty up plates when he'll as likely plow through the whole thing anyway. She sets the tray on the table next to her chair, sitting herself down on the part of the ottoman not occupied by his feet. She has to shove a few books out of the way--history texts, mostly, and a criminology text focusing on the habits and backgrounds of delusional psychopaths.
...Murphy does not fixate. What are you talking about. "It's chocolate." She digs her own fork in to take a chunk out of the edge, holding his out. "Do you have a preference for something else?"
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Date: 2010-01-13 08:03 am (UTC)...Murphy does not fixate. What are you talking about. "It's chocolate." She digs her own fork in to take a chunk out of the edge, holding his out. "Do you have a preference for something else?"