“ yeah, totally, a dinner⸺ ” a snort leaving from mcginnis, replacing her tool once more after a moment of work.
“ you can hang around here, if you want. ” sitting up, she attempted to crack her back from a building ache.
" Mister Fairfax wanted me to stay behind and finish up a few reports for him, not my usual wheelhouse, but he had a dinner to get to. " He offers, a half-truth, that was his task for the evening.
-But he's at the office because he never really leaves.
mcginnis refuses to allow that creation close to her, body shifting away from it. a laugh, amused by the reaction, head shaking.
" what? you don't like it? come on, you're so kind to try someone's creation .. "
“Absolutely not! Whatever sick monster made this grotesque food deserves the stake!” ( Danny. )
With sudden subtle force, the burger finds itself back into McGinnis’ own arms. “Barbaric, that’s what that is.”
“ not at all, ” a huff of amusement, rolling her shoulder as the tool is set down in it's proper place before another is grabbed out.
“ it's late. how come you're out and about, still? ” conversation still goes as she works.
He has a half-guilty smile on his face, slowly putting the cup of cocoa down before sitting on the edge of the desk.
" Darn! I've never been known for my subtly, Maggie, but I really thought I got away with it this time. "
( brows knit together when witnessing this, stifling a laugh as she observed him taking the saddest bite of the mess of a burger known to man. )
𝙨𝙣𝙣𝙧𝙠. you need to actually bite into it to taste it, big guy.
“Right…”
There’s a gulp. A sigh. And then touching the forehead, chest, and both sides of my chest. “Lord, protect me..” a whisper.
The smallest, most minuscule bite. “Mmm…!” and now there’s a fib.