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Who: Jilly Coppercorn and Lindsey McDonald
What: A bit of relaxation and conversation
When: Late, Friday Night
Where: Music Room
Rating: PG, PG-13?

Jilly was sitting with her back against the piano, sketchbook balanced on her knee. As she worked, her eyes would flicker over to Lindsey where he sat, hands moving smoothly over the strings of his guitar. It was his hands she was trying to sketch, as if she could capture the music he was making in pencil. It was familiar... and relaxing. Music and art and company. If she could ask for anything, this is exactly what she would want.

After a minute, she'll pause and stretch. "You know, I like being busy... but I think I'll be happy when Barney finds a few more people to help at the Kat."

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"Start from the top and work down?" He grinned. "I'm don't know."

"A very worthy approach... but it's just so much more fun when it's unpredictable."

Setting the menu aside until their waiter came to get the order, she'll lean forward. "So, birthday boy... what have you been up to, today?"

"True. Very true."

He leaned forward as well to match her. "Nothing much. I've been very lazy today. Saving my energy for what you have planned."

Her hand dropped by his automatically, her thumb brushing his as she let it rest on the tablecloth.

"Well, hopefully it'll be enough, then. I'd hate to disappoint."

She would have continued, only then the waiter was there, pad poised to receive their order.

"You two ready, or do you need more time?"

"I don't think you have the ability to disappoint me, darlin'." He looked at their hand, then let his thumb run along the top of hers before looking up at the waiter.

"Yeah, I'm good. You?" He looked at Jilly, because women always ordered first, and then he'd put in his.

Her hand curled inside his. "I'm ready." Smiling up at the waiter, she'll point at the item she'd picked, still unsure how to say it. "I'll have... this one? And a coke, please."

Lindsey added his order so that the waiter could move onto the next table, then looked back at Jilly.

"So are you going to tell me what your evil plans are, or just keep me guessing?"

"Who said anything about evil? I've never been evil a day in my life. Except for that one time my sophomore year of college, but we aren't talking about that."

Her eyes glinted in the dim lighting, the corners crinkling as she grinned.

"Wait, you what... darlin' you can't drop something like that and not explain..."

She had him on the hook.

"The mystery makes it better, really."

She smiled, twisting her hand to give his a squeeze. "I'll be right back, alright?"

Picking up her sketchbook, she got up on her feet, stepping away from the table. "Just a minute."

"I ain't going anywhere."

He watched her go, then leaned back in his chair and just looked around the place, taking in who was there, if they looked like a threat, and what they were doing. His fingers absently drummed on his leg, bored.

She wasn't planning on being gone long. Just long enough to slip away and not have him looking after her. Never mind that the women's room was in the other direction... never mind that she took her sketchbook with her... because she's just going to slip a silly hat with an elastic string out of the pages before quietly trying to make her way back, sneaking up behind him.

With his loss, he had no idea she was trying to plot something against him. He just assumed she was going to the bathroom and didn't want him looking at her sketches while gone.

He decided to start flipping through the tabletop drink and desert menu after awhile, not aware she was sneaking up behind him.

When she reaches him, she'll lean to quietly speak in his ear as she moves to stretch the elastic, reaching around him to slide the hat into place. "I think you said something about wanting Silly Hats, right?" The band went neatly under his chin before she tried to slip away, smirking.

He looked at her, then felt the snap! of the elastic and his eyes widened. "Jilly! I know I told you not to," he whined, reaching up to rip it off his head.

"I seem to remember a challenge being issued." Catching on of his hands as she slid back into her seat, she grinned. "I told you you shouldn't"

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