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“So the coffee machine just broke because I shoved all of Fletch’s knockoff protein powder in there and now Linda is yelling at me because the driver of the brawler doesn’t want to be her friend.” Brenda’s words comes out in a garbled mess of speech, but each word can be clearly heard by her wife.
Joan stares in shock at the curly haired woman’s sudden entrance.
“Did you fall?!” Her pen is tossed onto her notepad.
“What?”
Concerned, Joan ignores the report on her computer screen. “Did you trip? Have you-did you hit your head? What did you just say?”
“No, the brawler driver.”
“Brenda!”
Joan rises quickly from behind her desk, concern written across her features at the Greek woman’s unusual behaviour. Brenda grins at her as she comes up close to her, reaching up to cup Brenda’s face, eyes searching across her face.
“Talk to me properly.”
“I mean if you want me to talk dirty -‘’
Rolling her eyes, Joan relaxes. “Oh, you’re absolutely fine.”
Brenda raises on her toes slightly to press a kiss to the end of Joan’s nose. “April fools.”
“Mhm,” Joan scrunches her nose at her. “Your funny backside can sleep on the sofa tonight. You made me worry.”
Wincing, Brenda immediately tries to soothe her wife’s previous worry. “What if I make you tiganites tonight?”
Joan thinks about it, and then raises her eyebrow at her wife as she tries to smooth her way back into her good books. Brenda loops her finger through a space between two buttons on her work jacket and gently tugs her forward.
“I’ll make them naked as well.”
Joan considers it. It’s a tempting offer.
“Throw in a chocolate and honey baklava and I’ll consider us square.”
“Anything for you, my darling wife.”
Joan levels a stare at her. “Don’t worry me like that again.”
Brenda presses a kiss to her cheek. “Promise. Now I’ve got to go help Linda search vaginas before visitation. See you after.”
“Bye.” Joan waggles her fingers to her wife’s kiss that is blown at her and then she is alone again, huffing a laugh at Brenda’s antics.