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Who would-

[He doesn't even get a chance to finish. Teddy's turning, and he's doing that dorky voice, and he's lifting the lid to show-]

...Oh. My. God.

[His eyes go as wide as they possibly can. That can't be what he thinks it is! Holy crap, did Teddy seriously make a cup that big!?]

Oh my god! Teddy!

"I see you're in shock and awe! Tremble before me!"

[He holds the box closer to Billy, in part to keep up with the act, and in part to let him get a better look at it.]

"For I am... Father Reese's!"

[....

Billy wants to facepalm, but that would mean looking away from this beautiful, beautiful sight. He's never seen so much chocolate deliciousness in one place. It's practically obscene.

But he can't just ignore what Teddy's doing - or saying - so he merely muffles a groan, eyes still wide as saucers.]

You are the biggest dork I've ever met. Oh my god, I can't believe you did this.

You love me for it. And this. [He eyes the giant treat... before his eyes widen, and he shakes the box lightly.]

Oh no. Oh no. Billy... I think he figured out where his sons are!

[And that big grin comes back when he pushes the box forward to nudge at Billy's stomach, the lid of it flapping once more as if to nibble there.]

"I will avenge my sons!"

[Billy splutters and backpedals, pressing down on the lid to keep it shut. So weird, bf. So weird.]

Careful, you'll drop it! And get chocolate on my shirt, besides...

[And that would be a waste of good chocolate and good fashion. Both are illegal in this household.]

[Pffft omg bf, so worried about fashion

Teddy ends up laughing quietly as he sets the box down on the table, letting Billy stare all he wants while he goes to get a knife, and hot water, to cut it with.]

What, you really think a chef will drop his own creation? Please.

I think I've seen enough episodes of the Swedish Chef to know that lots of weird things can happen in a kitchen.

[Once Teddy puts down the box, though, he does give himself a long moment to admire it. It's more than just the size, it's- the little details, the ridges, the way it smells... god, it really is perfect.]

...Have I told you lately that you're amazing? Because you are.

[As Teddy pulls a knife from the drawer, he gets a smile and a blush on his face that looks rather pleased and touched. It's one thing to hear that something he made looks good, and it's another to hear that he's amazing.]

Well... I like hearing it no matter how many times you say it.

[As he fills a cup with hot water, he glances over his shoulder, then at the cup again as he casually remarks:]

You sure you aren't full on tiny cups? We could always eat some of big daddy here later.

[Billy is quiet for a moment, mulling it over and mentally debating it with himself. It's true that he had already eaten breakfast as well as the cups, but Teddy surely worked hard to make this... hngh...]

If you can cut, like... a sliver? I really want to try it, but I am kind of full.

[Which he feels a bit silly about, in retrospect. It's just so rare that Teddy's ever up early enough to share breakfast that he's used to sharing food at lunch or dinner instead.]

[Teddy's smile grows for another reason and, once the cup is full and he's put the knife in to heat itself up, he makes his way back to the table to press a kiss to Billy's cheek. Silent appreciation there.]

A sliver, then. [He sits, waiting for the knife to be ready, and seems to muse on something.] We can have more later, like for lunch. I'm already thinking of making schnitzel with noodles and crisp apple strudels.

[Billy quirks an eyebrow at that, fetching a couple of plates. He would know that reference in his sleep; honestly, he's just surprised Teddy does. Maybe because it's so early on in the film.]

Do you even know what schnitzel is?

[Teddy raises his eyebrows, wondering if Billy finally got the theme of all the little things he set around. Wicked wouldn't be so good, but this?]

It's in one of my recipe books. You want chicken? Pork? Some other meat?

[Hopefully the knife is at least warm enough to cut the candy with. He'll just go ahead and try - and if that's not enough, his strength can certainly come in handy.]

[.....Wait.]

Are you serious? You're making it?

[He thought they were joking about it, good grief.]

What is this, Sound-Of-Music Day?

Ding ding ding, we have a winner!

[Someone looks pleased with himself as he cuts the candy.]

Roses, whiskers on kittens, uncopper kettle, wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings, silver white winters, crisp apple strudels, schnitzel with noodles... I was wondering when you'd catch on.

Oh my god, I wasn't even-

[He hadn't thought for a second that it was an actual puzzle, he just figured Teddy was being totally random or something. Now that it's well and truly dawned on him, he grins, leaning in to wind an arm around Teddy and kiss his cheek, careful not to get in the way of the big knife.]

You're adorable. My favourite things! I didn't even know you knew the song!

Are you kidding? I hear it almost every Sunday. It's probably going to be in my head for the rest of my life.

[And he finds it very, very sad that he now knows almost all the early songs by heart. But if it makes Billy happy, then it's only slightly less sad.

He's glad, though, that Billy at least partially caught on. He wouldn't want to reveal the last thing and then have to explain what it all meant and ruin the mystery. And now that the cutting is done, the mystery of how the giant Reese's measures up to the real thing is about to be solved as Teddy carefully sets the tiny slice on a plate.]

One of your favorite things. Eat up!

Edited 2014-02-12 12:02 (UTC)

To be fair, it's a rare day that you aren't asleep twenty minutes in.

[But Billy relents anyway - regardless of how Teddy remembered, he obviously did. And he'd rather be doing something else than quibbling over it, namely tasting the piece of deliciousness just served up to him.

He slides the plate closer to himself, carefully lifting the chocolate treat up to his mouth to take an experimental bite.

.....

Hrnghhhh. He could die happy right now.]

[It's pretty obvious by Billy's reaction that Teddy did a good job, and he did do his best to make it taste as much like the real thing as possible. His smile widens, outwardly pleased with the reaction and his work, and scoots the chair around to sit closer to his boyfriend.]

You like it? [Yeah, it's obvious. But Teddy likes to hear compliments, even if he doesn't realize he tends to dig for them a little.]

Nnngh.

[Give him a minute, he's still riding the chocolate-peanut-butter wave.]

Mmm... how could you possibly tell?

[Okay, yeah, maybe he's exaggerating a little. But it really does taste amazing. Teddy never ceases to surprise him with how good his food is, even when Billy's come to expect great taste.]

Hard to say. Maybe I'm just good at picking up on these things.

[Or maybe it's the near-orgasmic look on Billy's face. Mission successful, then, and it makes Teddy feel giddy inside. It's always a good feeling, making the person you're in love with happy. Even better when it's from cooking, one of the very few hobbies where Teddy can make something with his hands and not break anything.]

Knowing the way you eat, it'll probably last a while, too. [Which means Teddy should probably stay far away from it, lest half of it disappears within a day or less.]

Oh god, I might actually break tradition with this. You've created a competition for my one true love.

[He's not sure if he wants to devour the entire thing over the course of the day or savour it thoroughly by making it last several months instead.Then aga in, he is living with the cook...

Speaking of which, Billy hasn't thanked him properly yet, so now that Teddy's sitting closer, he reaches out for his hand.]

Come here, you've got to try it.

[Teddy doesn't pull his hand away, but he does laugh a little, letting Billy pull him over. Well, more like he follows Billy's pull to push himself over.]

You sure about that? I might just eat the entire slice. You know how I get with food. ... And competition.

I think we can find some kind of truce between you two. And maybe a compromise, too...

[He lets his actions speak for themselves rather than explaining- as soon as Teddy's close enough, he leans in to press his lips against the blond's, for a deep, grateful, chocolate-peanut-butter-flavoured kiss.]

[Okay. So.

Teddy looks himself over in the mirror as he goes over the details in his head. Asked out on a date: check. Dressed for date: check, even though he feels a little under-dressed for it. A purple tee with cargo pants isn't exactly the best thing he could wear on the day that'll possibly change all future days, but he needs the pockets on these pants. Wide and deep pockets that can conceal the ring box without causing a big obvious bulge to appear.

Next on the mental check-list is to pick up his date and go out to their mission destination: the cherry tree hill, where it should be in full bloom thanks to the warming weather. The purpose? Popping The Question, the big question along with the big speech that Teddy's rehearsed and memorized since writing it down.

Considering how nervous he already feels, Teddy wonders if he has the balls to actually do it. For about the thousandth time, Teddy smooths his hair and turns his head from side to side to see if it looks good, and the vague little thought of I could change this, make my nose smaller or my eyes lighter or my hair perfect, it'd be great occasionally enters his head, only to be shaken out. No more of that.

He's not satisfied with how he looks, but he figures he's at least presentable enough to find his date.]

Bee? You ready to go?

[On the flipside, Billy had dressed himself up. He no idea what to expect, and Teddy hadn't mentioned that this would be a particularly fancy date, but it's been so long since they did anything formal rather than just the usual everyday stuff that he'd wanted to look nice. His hair is styled, his face clean-shaven, and he's dressed in a nice pair of black pants and this shirt, his birthday gift from Bulla. It's his first chance to wear it since the initial trying-on, and he can't deny that it looks really good on him. He's hoping Teddy will be pleased to see it, and he's wearing a smile as he steps out of his room to meet in the living room... only for it to fall when he sees what Teddy's wearing, feeling a bit absurd, suddenly.]

Oh god, am I overdressed? I'm totally overdressed. Hang on, let me get some jeans.

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