Priestly's apartment, Friday night

[lovemykilt]

So Priestly and Dinah, being untraditional in all of the things, hadn't actually gotten around to celebrating their one year anniversary on the actual day.

Or the day after the actual day.

Or the few weeks after the actual day.

Whatever, they weren't about that kind of thing. They were all about casual and cozy and just being awesome together. Still, there was nothing wrong with celebrating their casual, cozy, awesome togetherness lasting without major upset for more than a year, right?

Right.

Also, Tia and Mark were both planning to be out of the apartment for the night, and Priestly had gotten himself a fancy new toy he'd been wanting to try out. He gave Stevesie a treat ball to play with, tucked him away in the bedroom, parked Dinah at the kitchen island, and started setting up his mise.

"We should have music," he said. "Something to set the mood. Any ideas?"

[for her and the inevitable ooc peanut gallery, and likely to go SP at some point]

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[blondecanary]

"Ooooooooo." Dinah leaned forward to watch the knife-work, and said, "I never stop being impressed by what you can do with a blade."

[lovemykilt]

"I feel like I should make an innuendo out of that," Priestly said, setting the mostly-peeled orange aside in a small bowl and chopping two other oranges in half for juicing. "But that crap took a lot of practice, so I think I'll just be proud of it as it is."

The number of times he'd nearly cut his own fingertips off. . . . Well. He was lucky he hadn't had to call on their magical healing type friends more often than he had.

[blondecanary]

Seriously! Dinah might be good with nunchuks and still okay with a sword, but knives? No way. That was impressive stuff, especially when used to prep food, not stab people.

"Consider the innuendo made, meant, and planned for after crepes?" she said, looking hopefully from the sliced oranges and back to the pastry, and the impressive teeny show-off stove-top. "I'm getting huuuungry." Oh look. Another innuendo. Also just the plain truth.

[lovemykilt]

"Patience," Priestly said. "I promise this'll be worth the wait." He finished juicing the two oranges and swapped back to the fancy burner thing. And grabbed the liquor bottles. "Besides, we're getting to the really pretty part."

He put sugar into his pan, shaking it around dry over the heat for a few moments before stirring in butter and melting them both.

And then he added cointreau, and when he put it back over the burner, the whole pan lit up with bright orange flames.

[blondecanary]

Dinah pouted at him for that, then settled back, humming under her breath-- humming that was cut off in a gasp as the pan lit up, trailing off into thrilled laughter when she got her breath back. "Shiiiiiiny!"

[lovemykilt]

"And this is why we turned the lights off," Priestly agreed, grinning at the flames as they slowly burned down and the alcohol evaporated off. "Also, why I cleared all the paper out of the kitchen before I got started."

It actually took some doing to get flammable cocktails to set paper on fire -- totally different combustion points -- but still. He took no chances.

When the flames had died, he poured the fresh squeezed orange juice into the pan, stirred it around, and added the crepes back in.

"Home stretch now."

[blondecanary]

Dinah checked herself to make sure that she wasn't about to trail a sleeve or her hair into the fire, and said, "You don't have to impress me-- but it's really cool when you do, you know?" She licked her lips, and closed her eyes.

[lovemykilt]

"You kidding?" Priestly said, pouring some grand marnier into a wine glass and setting the hot pan aside so he could heat the glass over the burner.

The whole glass flamed up electric blue. Priestly grinned down at it.

"I'm impressing myself."

[blondecanary]

Dinah was gleeful now, restraining herself from reaching out to touch with a main effort. "This is so cool holy crap, how much did you have to practice this?"

[lovemykilt]

"Let's put it this way." Priestly poured the blue fire into the pan with the crepes, then picked up the peeled orange, peel still dangling down. "Tia's started teasing me about having to redraw on my eyebrows."

He hadn't actually burned them off at all, but there had been a lot of fire in the kitchen the last few weeks.

He poured the rest of the flaming grand marnier slowly over the orange, letting it trail its way along the whole peel into the pan. When he looked up at Dinah again, he was beaming. "'Cause seriously, how cool is this?!"

[blondecanary]

"So so cool, and hot, literally and poetically, and that was awesome," Dinah said with a dazzled look on her face, that just about matched Priestly's for enthusiasm. "You have to show me how to do that!"

No, Priestly, do not give in to the puppy eyes.

"Or you can just promise to do it again, sometime, because that was amaaaazing." Dinah walked around the food island to hug him, because wow, seriously!

[lovemykilt]

"Hey, fire safety, fire safety," Priestly said, but also leaned into the hug. "Okay, time to start plating it. Grab the ice cream out of the freezer for me?"

[blondecanary]

Dinah gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek, in lieu of maybe distracting him too much, and said, "Gotcha."

Pulling the ice cream out of the freezer she asked, "How long did it take you to master that trick? And what gave you the idea?"

Maybe she'd have to sing in French and German for him.

[lovemykilt]

"It's actually not too hard. I started practicing it without setting it on fire first. Plus, I mean. The peel's not even burned if you look at it, so it's kind of a gentle fire trick. . . ." He was talking himself out of all his cool points. "I saw it in a YouTube video. You are way more interactive than the dude's cats were."

[blondecanary]

Dinah hooted at that comment, and said, "I probably have less impulse control than they do around fire, you gotta know that." She set the ice cream down and snugged herself behind him, chin perched on his shoulder, so she was out of the way but still touching him. "Good, I'm glad you didn't hurt yourself learning that, because you totally pulled it off tonight."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly leaned his head against hers as he plated the crepes, drizzling the sauce all around them. "And I'm not even done quite yet. There's still one more fire stage, if you can be patient."

There were crepes with a candied sauce and ice cream going on here, patience was going to be a little bit hard.

[blondecanary]

"But I'm hungryyyyy," Dinah whispered in his ear, then giggling and giving him a hug. Everything looked delicious, man, but then again... "But I do love a good fire."

He so had the perfect audience for this presentation.

[lovemykilt]

That was precisely why he'd picked it. "I knoooooow," he said back, matching her tone for tone. "But this is worth waiting for."

Like the two of them were. Priestly was sure they'd never have managed anything like this if they'd started hooking up any earlier.

He dished out the ice cream -- not taking his time to shape it carefully the way the guy in the video had because, dude, his girl was hungry -- and then grabbed the wine glass again. "Cherry liqueur, some more of that grand marnier, heat it up. . . ." Another glass of blue fire, mmm, look at that. "And pour it gently over the whole thing, ice cream and all."

The ice cream barely started to melt as blue licked its way over the crepes and sauce, then flickered out.

"Tada! Crepe suzettes."

[blondecanary]

Dinah caught her breath again when the glass lit up, because pretty, and also, that level of skill was just hot. "That was cool enough to make me suspect CGI. I think I'm gonna have to eat this to prove it's real. And then have makeouts with the chef to prove you're real."

[lovemykilt]

"Well. I mean. I definitely can't argue with that."

[blondecanary]

"Yay! I'm glad we agree on tonight's agenda." Dinah bumped her hip against his, and TK'd a fork to herself. "You are getting so many songs for this. With fishnets, even. In so many languages." Not a euphemism, but, it doe kinda indicate where everything else that evening could go.

[lovemykilt]

"Fishnets!" Priestly pressed a big sloppy kiss to the side of her head. "My favorite! God, it's like you know me."

[blondecanary]

"Exactly like that! I know you even when I don't know me," Dinah said, taking a bite of crepe and letting her eyes roll up in her head. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

[lovemykilt]

"You knew me before I even really was me," Priestly mused, drunk on success, though he'd barely even touched his wine yet. "Guess you're stuck with me, huh?"

[blondecanary]

"Nope," Dinah said cheekily, then leaning in to give him a sticky ice-cream-laden kiss. "I'm hoarding you. Like a treasure, or a big pile of diamonds. Not sharing. So not stuck. See?"