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Zach Quinto, Kristen Bell, and Chris Pine. Dinner and dessert... and dessert. Part 1/2
[February 18, 2008.]
[Warning: Brownies. With pot.]
"Zaaaach-a-reeeeeee!" Something very little attacks him from behind. Something very little that smells like vanilla.
Zach doesn't even sway in place when Kristen thunks into him. "Hello? Is someone there?"
She giggles. "Rotten boy! I let myself in. Is your boyfriend here yet?"
"Is my what where when? Pansy, look--it's Kristen!"
Kristen shrieks. "Pan! That place is not for puppies!" She dances out of the way, but she does crouch down to pay extra attention to the dog. And then she looks up at Zach. "Don't change the subject."
"He's... I... you're gonna be nice, right?" Zach warns her.
"I'm always nice, and you know it."
"You're very slightly evil. In a very charming way, and you know it."
She holds Pansy's face between her hands. "Did you hear that, Panny-poo? Your daddy just called me evil!"
Pansy licks her nose.
"In a charming way! Slightly evil!" Zach emphasizes.
"Huff. See if I make dessert ever again." She gets up and points to the bright pink tin she's stealthily left on the kitchen table.
He knows that pink tin. "Kristen... did you make brownies?" There's a slight hint of desperation in Zach's voice.
"Uh huh," she says. "Oh--oh, is your Christopher all straight-edge like Milo?"
"Uh... I don't think so," Zach says, although he doesn't know for sure. "He was an English student... does that help?"
"I don't think so," she says. "Unless he likes being in altered states to write poetry or something. Does he write poetry?"
"No, but he reads and collects children's books," Zach says, grinning.
"Alice in Wonderland?"
"Among many, many others."
"Interesting." With a little effort, she manages to climb up onto his counter and face him. "He really is adorable, and hasn't spent nearly as much time in my presence."
"I don't think anyone spends enough time in your presence. Or could spend too much time there," Zach says gallantly.
"You say very nice things and for that, you can keep the leftover brownies."
"You know I'll forget what's in them and end up on the couch giggling at infomercials," Zach warns her.
"I can put them in a container with a big label saying fun time brownies on it," she says, spreading her hands wide as if envisioning a banner.
"Nice. Very unsubtle. Unless Milo's in my kitchen and he probably still wouldn't get it."
"We should feed them to Milo," Kristen says, swinging her feet. "They'd help him relax."
"He'd probably fight it and end up more high strung than ever," Zach sighs. "Then Adrian'd be more pissy than ever. Fun."
Kristen sighs. "Not my best plan ever." And then the doorbell rings and she almost falls over on Pansy in her haste to get off the couch and answer the door. "I'll get it!" she cries.
"I'll... stay here. And... not get the door. And... pray for Chris," Zach says, the last part murmured.
"Christopher!" he can hear Kristen exclaim all the way through the house. "Come in, come in! Oh, don't be shy, silly boy, I won't eat you! Take off your shoes, you shan't need them."
A moment later, Chris comes into the kitchen with Kristen on his back. "Hey, gorgeous," he says.
"Hey, sexy," Zach says, smiling back at him. "You've got something on your back, I don't know if you noticed."
"I have this strange growth," Chris says. "I think I should name it. Maybe Gertrude."
"Gertrude?" Kristen makes a face. "If we have to go Shakespearian, couldn't I be, like, Titania? Or maybe Portia?"
"We have to be nice to her. She made brownies," Zach whispers loudly.
"Brownies?" Chris's eyes light up. "I loooove brownies."
"Special. Brownies."
Chris's eyebrows pop up. "Like... special brownies?"
"Kristen? How special are the brownies?"
"All sorts of special," Kristen says. "And you can let me down now, Christopher."
"Oh, right," Chris says, and puts her down on the floor.
She pats his cheek. "Such a nice boy."
"Stop groping my... gentleman caller," Zach tells her.
"What? That wasn't a grope." Kristen feels up Chris's backside. (Chris yelps.) "That was a grope."
"Kristen!"
"Yes?"
"Didn't we discuss you behaving yourself?" Zach says sternly.
"I recall nothing," she says.
Zach looks toward the ceiling and sighs.
"I saw that, Zachary John Quinto," Kristen says warningly. "You shall make it up to me by feeding me posthaste." She sits primly at the table and folds her hands.
Chris raises his eyebrows. "Dude, you got middle-named."
"I was trying to defend your virtue!"
"Aren't you the sweetest ever?" Chris kisses Zach's cheek, then immediately goes to his refrigerator. "Okay, so, what have we in here that needs doing so that we can feed our evil Disney princess?"
"We have lasagna in the oven, and we need salad," Zach says, smiling at the kiss.
"Okay, salad it is." Chris starts digging out vegetables. "Oooh, sugar snap peas! My favorite."
Kristen gives Zach a Look. Chris just squealed. In a very manful sort of way, of course, but wow.
Zach gives Kristen a Look back, warning her not to tease about the squealing. It's just... something Chris does.
"I promise not to eat them all before dinner's ready," Chris says, oblivious to the expressions being exchanged behind his back. "Let's see... all right, spinach and lettuce, check, peas, check, cucumber, check, peppers, check, tomato, check. Anything else?"
"I think that's lots," Zach nods. "Very colorful... I approve."
"Excellent," Chris says, and turns to the counter and starts cleaning the vegetables.
Kristen grabs a piece of paper and a mechanical from the counter nearest the table, scrawls He knows where everything is already? on it, and shows it to Zach with a little smirk before she erases her message.
Zach grabs the pencil from her, and writes Hush, you!, erasing it just as quickly.
Kristen giggles a lot.
Chris looks back at them. "Doing anything naughty over there?" he asks.
"Nope. Nothing. Not a thing," Zach swears up and down.
"I hope not," Chris says, "'cause then otherwise I might feel left out."
"Now I feel like my virtue might need protecting," Zach says, looking concerned.
"What virtue?" Kristen asks.
"I have... some!" Zach protests.
"Really? Where? Are you hiding it?" Kristen lifts the hem of Zach's shirt to peek underneath. "Is it here?"
"Ack! Stoppit! Chris, protect me!" Zach squirms, trying to escape.
"I'm chopping vegetables," Chris says. "It's very important. And she's awfully little--you can't stop her?"
"No one can stop me!" Kristen declares, moving her fingers up Zach's sides to try to find his 'virtue'.
"She's a force unto herself--where's David when I need him!" Zach says, finally capturing Kristen's hands and tugging her in for a hug that's really more about squishing her so she can't move.
Kristen shrieks and squirms and wriggles and cannot get free. Eventually she sighs and goes absolutely limp in Zach's arms--a trick she's learned from Ilsa.
"There," Chris says, a moment later, "all quiet and subdued now. Well done, gorgeous."
"Uh huh. And if I so much as breathe wrong, or loosen my grip, she'll be off and running all over again."
"Then I guess you'll just have to stay like that forever," Chris says, sadly. He comes over to them and offers them each a piece of red pepper.
Zach takes the red pepper from his fingers, and sneaks a kiss against them at the same time. Surely Kristen won't have noticed.
Chris smiles at him, lets his fingertip linger against Zach's lip, then he moves away to finish up the salad. "Need me to set the table while you're busy?"
"Ooh! Ooh, I should do that!" Kristen exclaims, starting to squirm again.
"Are you going to behave this time?" Zach says, thinking about letting her go.
"Yeeees," she says, batting her eyelashes at him.
"You're completely full of it," he sighs, letting her go. "Run--set tables!"
She giggles madly, reaches up to try to jersey him, fails miserably, pouts, and goes to get cutlery. "I can't reach your plates," she says.
"I'll put them on the counter for you," Zach says, reaching for them. "Sorry--my kitchen discriminates against the short."
"It does and that is so very mean."
"Would you like me to have a special cupboard built just for you?"
"Maybe you should," Kristen says, thoughtfully. "And put in it things I use."
"A special Kristen-cupboard. I think I'll have to do that. Otherwise you'll be falling off my counters," Zach says.
"That only happened once after I had three glasses of wine!"
"Which is about two and a half more glasses of wine than anyone should ever give you."
"You fell off the counters?" Chris looks horrified.
"Zach was here to catch me," Kristen tells him, waving it off.
"She fell off your counters?" Chris turns to Zach. "She's little!"
"I didn't put her up there--she did that herself!" Zach protests.
"A likely story!"
"She climbed up there herself--she had a stepstool and everything!"
"I don't believe you."
"Kristen? Help me out here?" Zach's voice was plaintive.
"Nope," she says, laughing, and finishes setting the table.
"Everyone's against me," Zach sighs."
"Aw, baby, no," Chris says, and goes over to him. He wraps his arms around Zach's waist. "I'm on your side."
Zach smiles at him and sighs again. "Much better."
Chris strokes his cheek. "Now, I think that's your buzzer going off. Feed us."
"Get us something to drink," Zach murmurs, pushing back against Chris before he moves away and heads for the oven.
[Continued here...]
[February 18, 2008.]
[Warning: Brownies. With pot.]
"Zaaaach-a-reeeeeee!" Something very little attacks him from behind. Something very little that smells like vanilla.
Zach doesn't even sway in place when Kristen thunks into him. "Hello? Is someone there?"
She giggles. "Rotten boy! I let myself in. Is your boyfriend here yet?"
"Is my what where when? Pansy, look--it's Kristen!"
Kristen shrieks. "Pan! That place is not for puppies!" She dances out of the way, but she does crouch down to pay extra attention to the dog. And then she looks up at Zach. "Don't change the subject."
"He's... I... you're gonna be nice, right?" Zach warns her.
"I'm always nice, and you know it."
"You're very slightly evil. In a very charming way, and you know it."
She holds Pansy's face between her hands. "Did you hear that, Panny-poo? Your daddy just called me evil!"
Pansy licks her nose.
"In a charming way! Slightly evil!" Zach emphasizes.
"Huff. See if I make dessert ever again." She gets up and points to the bright pink tin she's stealthily left on the kitchen table.
He knows that pink tin. "Kristen... did you make brownies?" There's a slight hint of desperation in Zach's voice.
"Uh huh," she says. "Oh--oh, is your Christopher all straight-edge like Milo?"
"Uh... I don't think so," Zach says, although he doesn't know for sure. "He was an English student... does that help?"
"I don't think so," she says. "Unless he likes being in altered states to write poetry or something. Does he write poetry?"
"No, but he reads and collects children's books," Zach says, grinning.
"Alice in Wonderland?"
"Among many, many others."
"Interesting." With a little effort, she manages to climb up onto his counter and face him. "He really is adorable, and hasn't spent nearly as much time in my presence."
"I don't think anyone spends enough time in your presence. Or could spend too much time there," Zach says gallantly.
"You say very nice things and for that, you can keep the leftover brownies."
"You know I'll forget what's in them and end up on the couch giggling at infomercials," Zach warns her.
"I can put them in a container with a big label saying fun time brownies on it," she says, spreading her hands wide as if envisioning a banner.
"Nice. Very unsubtle. Unless Milo's in my kitchen and he probably still wouldn't get it."
"We should feed them to Milo," Kristen says, swinging her feet. "They'd help him relax."
"He'd probably fight it and end up more high strung than ever," Zach sighs. "Then Adrian'd be more pissy than ever. Fun."
Kristen sighs. "Not my best plan ever." And then the doorbell rings and she almost falls over on Pansy in her haste to get off the couch and answer the door. "I'll get it!" she cries.
"I'll... stay here. And... not get the door. And... pray for Chris," Zach says, the last part murmured.
"Christopher!" he can hear Kristen exclaim all the way through the house. "Come in, come in! Oh, don't be shy, silly boy, I won't eat you! Take off your shoes, you shan't need them."
A moment later, Chris comes into the kitchen with Kristen on his back. "Hey, gorgeous," he says.
"Hey, sexy," Zach says, smiling back at him. "You've got something on your back, I don't know if you noticed."
"I have this strange growth," Chris says. "I think I should name it. Maybe Gertrude."
"Gertrude?" Kristen makes a face. "If we have to go Shakespearian, couldn't I be, like, Titania? Or maybe Portia?"
"We have to be nice to her. She made brownies," Zach whispers loudly.
"Brownies?" Chris's eyes light up. "I loooove brownies."
"Special. Brownies."
Chris's eyebrows pop up. "Like... special brownies?"
"Kristen? How special are the brownies?"
"All sorts of special," Kristen says. "And you can let me down now, Christopher."
"Oh, right," Chris says, and puts her down on the floor.
She pats his cheek. "Such a nice boy."
"Stop groping my... gentleman caller," Zach tells her.
"What? That wasn't a grope." Kristen feels up Chris's backside. (Chris yelps.) "That was a grope."
"Kristen!"
"Yes?"
"Didn't we discuss you behaving yourself?" Zach says sternly.
"I recall nothing," she says.
Zach looks toward the ceiling and sighs.
"I saw that, Zachary John Quinto," Kristen says warningly. "You shall make it up to me by feeding me posthaste." She sits primly at the table and folds her hands.
Chris raises his eyebrows. "Dude, you got middle-named."
"I was trying to defend your virtue!"
"Aren't you the sweetest ever?" Chris kisses Zach's cheek, then immediately goes to his refrigerator. "Okay, so, what have we in here that needs doing so that we can feed our evil Disney princess?"
"We have lasagna in the oven, and we need salad," Zach says, smiling at the kiss.
"Okay, salad it is." Chris starts digging out vegetables. "Oooh, sugar snap peas! My favorite."
Kristen gives Zach a Look. Chris just squealed. In a very manful sort of way, of course, but wow.
Zach gives Kristen a Look back, warning her not to tease about the squealing. It's just... something Chris does.
"I promise not to eat them all before dinner's ready," Chris says, oblivious to the expressions being exchanged behind his back. "Let's see... all right, spinach and lettuce, check, peas, check, cucumber, check, peppers, check, tomato, check. Anything else?"
"I think that's lots," Zach nods. "Very colorful... I approve."
"Excellent," Chris says, and turns to the counter and starts cleaning the vegetables.
Kristen grabs a piece of paper and a mechanical from the counter nearest the table, scrawls He knows where everything is already? on it, and shows it to Zach with a little smirk before she erases her message.
Zach grabs the pencil from her, and writes Hush, you!, erasing it just as quickly.
Kristen giggles a lot.
Chris looks back at them. "Doing anything naughty over there?" he asks.
"Nope. Nothing. Not a thing," Zach swears up and down.
"I hope not," Chris says, "'cause then otherwise I might feel left out."
"Now I feel like my virtue might need protecting," Zach says, looking concerned.
"What virtue?" Kristen asks.
"I have... some!" Zach protests.
"Really? Where? Are you hiding it?" Kristen lifts the hem of Zach's shirt to peek underneath. "Is it here?"
"Ack! Stoppit! Chris, protect me!" Zach squirms, trying to escape.
"I'm chopping vegetables," Chris says. "It's very important. And she's awfully little--you can't stop her?"
"No one can stop me!" Kristen declares, moving her fingers up Zach's sides to try to find his 'virtue'.
"She's a force unto herself--where's David when I need him!" Zach says, finally capturing Kristen's hands and tugging her in for a hug that's really more about squishing her so she can't move.
Kristen shrieks and squirms and wriggles and cannot get free. Eventually she sighs and goes absolutely limp in Zach's arms--a trick she's learned from Ilsa.
"There," Chris says, a moment later, "all quiet and subdued now. Well done, gorgeous."
"Uh huh. And if I so much as breathe wrong, or loosen my grip, she'll be off and running all over again."
"Then I guess you'll just have to stay like that forever," Chris says, sadly. He comes over to them and offers them each a piece of red pepper.
Zach takes the red pepper from his fingers, and sneaks a kiss against them at the same time. Surely Kristen won't have noticed.
Chris smiles at him, lets his fingertip linger against Zach's lip, then he moves away to finish up the salad. "Need me to set the table while you're busy?"
"Ooh! Ooh, I should do that!" Kristen exclaims, starting to squirm again.
"Are you going to behave this time?" Zach says, thinking about letting her go.
"Yeeees," she says, batting her eyelashes at him.
"You're completely full of it," he sighs, letting her go. "Run--set tables!"
She giggles madly, reaches up to try to jersey him, fails miserably, pouts, and goes to get cutlery. "I can't reach your plates," she says.
"I'll put them on the counter for you," Zach says, reaching for them. "Sorry--my kitchen discriminates against the short."
"It does and that is so very mean."
"Would you like me to have a special cupboard built just for you?"
"Maybe you should," Kristen says, thoughtfully. "And put in it things I use."
"A special Kristen-cupboard. I think I'll have to do that. Otherwise you'll be falling off my counters," Zach says.
"That only happened once after I had three glasses of wine!"
"Which is about two and a half more glasses of wine than anyone should ever give you."
"You fell off the counters?" Chris looks horrified.
"Zach was here to catch me," Kristen tells him, waving it off.
"She fell off your counters?" Chris turns to Zach. "She's little!"
"I didn't put her up there--she did that herself!" Zach protests.
"A likely story!"
"She climbed up there herself--she had a stepstool and everything!"
"I don't believe you."
"Kristen? Help me out here?" Zach's voice was plaintive.
"Nope," she says, laughing, and finishes setting the table.
"Everyone's against me," Zach sighs."
"Aw, baby, no," Chris says, and goes over to him. He wraps his arms around Zach's waist. "I'm on your side."
Zach smiles at him and sighs again. "Much better."
Chris strokes his cheek. "Now, I think that's your buzzer going off. Feed us."
"Get us something to drink," Zach murmurs, pushing back against Chris before he moves away and heads for the oven.
[Continued here...]
