He laughs and nods. “Don’t I always? I think a huuuuge slice of that chocolate cake. Any more and I’ll be too full to paint with you.” He runs a hand through her hair and sighs, content. When the waitress comes back, he orders it and another cup of coffee for both of them.
"Figured," Claire whispered back, giggling again to herself. She nuzzles herself closer against him, her lips sweetly pressing to his skin once more. She can feel herself begin to relax against his touch; as if she was putty in his hands. "We probably look like one of those sickingly sweet couples, you know? The ones who won’t stop touching each other or kissing each other." Absentmindedly she fumbles with her ring again, once more pressing a kiss to his warm skin.
"If you can ride Lancelot, then go ahead," he stated, stealing a couple of her fries. "Otherwise, maybe you should walk." Derek squeezed her gently with the one arm that was around her shoulders and smiled.
"Walking would probably be the best idea," Claire agrees, playfully swatting his hand away from her food. A few more minutes pass before she finally finishes her own burgers and fries (with the help of Derek) as she places her plate on top of his. “Are you ordering dessert?” she questions lightly, picking her coffee mug back up into her hands to sip from.
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"Oh gosh. What can I say? I miss him - miss him a lot. He’s just really sweet, you know? I like how caring he can be without even really trying. He has an absolutely superb taste in books - and his dogs? The cutest things in the world! But he’s a little cuter than they are… Don’t tell him I said that!”
"My food budget is a couple hundred every two weeks," he admits, raising his brows at her. "We eat a lot—but I’m glad she got my metabolism. She’ll stay slender even past that 25-drop-off some people get." He leaned and kissed her forehead. "Oh my brother already offered to hold me up in case I faint."
"I hardly even spend a little over a hundred each month!" Claire admits with a shake of her head. It’s very believable to her. She lets out a quiet giggle though before shaking her head yet again. “Well I hope you don’t faint!” she responds with a grin, kissing his cheek lightly. “Maybe I should just ride Lancelot down the aisle, huh?” she teases, trying to again focus her attention on finishing her meal.
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"Always have," he grins, taking a sip of the milkshake. "You know that. Eat fast and in large quantities. The Salinger diet? Have you ever seen Bee eat, Claire…?" he asks, raising a brow at her. "She eats like I do and she’s as thin as a rail." He shrugs and winks. "I’ll be running down that aisle to get there so you’ll get to me faster."
"Believe me - I know. I’m going to go insane trying to keep enough food in the house for the both of you. I can only imagine how much worse it’d get if we have even more mouths in the house." she adds thoughtfully, shrugging her shoulders once. She tended to eat like a bird herself; always picking at her meal, eating a little bit of everything in smaller quantities. "I’d try to run too, but it may be a little hard to do with how bad my legs will probably be shaking."