Monty grins, his sense of theatre well-satisfied by his wife's reaction. Grand gestures can be so much fun. "Ah-ah-ah. You stay right where you are, my lovely, and I shall come to you." The tray finds a temporary home on the dresser before Monty dutifully plumps and arranges pillows for Lo to recline against.
That task done, he heads for the door. "Back in a tick. I couldn't manage the wine cooler and the tray at the same time." In short order he races back down the stairs and returns with the the champers, which he deposits next to his side of the bed. "There you are. Refills for the asking."
After carefully settling Lo with her tray, Monty fills the spare glass he brought for himself and joins her on the bed, moving carefully to avoid a) spilling his wine, b) upsetting any of Lo's breakfast and c) crushing the contents of his pockets. "All right, love?"
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Date: 2008-12-15 08:42 am (UTC)That task done, he heads for the door. "Back in a tick. I couldn't manage the wine cooler and the tray at the same time." In short order he races back down the stairs and returns with the the champers, which he deposits next to his side of the bed. "There you are. Refills for the asking."
After carefully settling Lo with her tray, Monty fills the spare glass he brought for himself and joins her on the bed, moving carefully to avoid a) spilling his wine, b) upsetting any of Lo's breakfast and c) crushing the contents of his pockets. "All right, love?"