He's amused. Very, very amused. "We could do that. I don't need to suffer the wrath of more than one Veela at a time." Her eyes are just begging to be kissed, though, and so he obliges: right eye, left eye, then her forehead. "Or we could take these things back to London, unpack, settle, and... get takeaway. Something solidly non-Egyptian: how does that sound? And leave off telling the world for a little while. We won't be accountable to anyone but each other, and we can dream up wild tales with which to regale the twins when they're older."
The idea isn't without its appeal: a week-end with no responsibilities seems like a lovely, lovely thing.
"Or I could take you on one of those Nile River cruises and fan you with a palm leaf and glare at all the men -- and women -- who'll be besotted by how lovely you are." Now, he thinks, is the right time to be silly. After the twins are born, they'll be far too busy being practical.
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Date: 2006-06-11 01:56 am (UTC)The idea isn't without its appeal: a week-end with no responsibilities seems like a lovely, lovely thing.
"Or I could take you on one of those Nile River cruises and fan you with a palm leaf and glare at all the men -- and women -- who'll be besotted by how lovely you are." Now, he thinks, is the right time to be silly. After the twins are born, they'll be far too busy being practical.