"Hmm.."

"No...it's nothing."

"Is somthing on your mind?"

"Well...we're...your hand...um..."

"Sorry," he spttered. "I um..I..."

She shook her head, though still blushing. "It's all right, there was no harm done."

"So uh.."

"Yes?" she looked up at him.

"I dunno."

"Oh..." Lyla looked down for a moment. "Um, there're seconds if you're still hungry."

"I'm ok."

"Oh, well then...um....I'll just...I'll just start cleaning up, then." she said, standing and taking the empty plates to wash them in the sink.

"I'll get mine," he tripped.

Lyla was just turning to head into the kitchen when she fell under Robert's weight, the plates smashing into pieces.

"Oh i'm so sorry!"

"No, it's fine. They weren't my good dishes, so it's fine." Lyla said, shifting onto her side to get up underneath Robert.

Garbing his canes he qent outside, blushing. "I'm gonna make firewood he muttered.

Lyla nodded and she got up and went to the broom closet for a dustpan and broom to sweep up the mess.

He took a beat ax and started ro chop. Geting hot he strped off his shrit.

After cleaning up the broken plates and throwing them into the trash, Lyla packed away the left overs and began to make lemonade, knowing that it would be a hot day.

hE FINISHED, WIPING HIS BROW.

(what's with the caps? anyways, did you hear that Michael Kackson died today?)

Lyla came out of the house with a glass of lemonade for Robert, pausing and blushing at the sight of his shirtless state.

He blushed too.

(Best way to remember MJ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZwY1muikiY

(meh, I heard about it at work. Ferra Faucet died today, too)

"I, uh...brought you some lemonade. I thought...that you might be thirsty." she held out the glass to him.

"Thanks."

(Oh bloody kiss already!)

(;P you're the dude.)

Lyla smiled, nervously wringing the hem of her apron in her hands. "D-do you like it? It's not too tart is it?"

"No, its great." he put hand in her hair.

Her blush deepened and her smile grew into a grin. "I'm glad."

He kissed her forehead. "It was good treat."

Her face turned scarlet by then, looking up at him with some surprise.

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