OOM-but-Not, Feb 13, 1991

[noteful]

Meg has a very bright smile when she arrives in the bar this evening. She's had a lovely birthday.

And it's not that she doesn't notice that things seem to be happening around the bar, it's just that she notices her sister on the other side of the room more.

She hasn't seen Kim since just after Christmas, and they have Something to discuss.

Looking around the bar can wait till that's taken care of.

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[noteful]

Meg considers this for a moment and then says, "Yes, but not anything we can order from a waitrat."

[bannion_sight]

Kim blinks.

"... okay," she says, after a moment. "I could go up to the bar instead, but that wouldn't be much different..."

She's eyeing Meg a little suspiciously.

[noteful]

"Don't think that'll help, either," Meg says, smiling a little more broadly.

"Not without its all getting needlessly complicated, anyway."

[bannion_sight]

"Okay," she says again.

The suspicious look hasn't gone anywhere, but a smile of her own is beginning to tug at the corner of her mouth.

"So what would?"

[noteful]

"I suppose I could just come out and ask . . .

"It's simple and direct, and grand dramatic gestures aren't really my style, so . . . yes, I should probably just come out and ask," Meg decides.

Without, actually, coming out and asking.

[bannion_sight]

"You could," Kim agrees, helpfully. "And maybe you should. If you would."

[noteful]

"Will you be my maid of honor?"

[bannion_sight]

Kim gasps in a startled breath.

"Will I -- yes!"

Tears of emotion well, and laughing, she dashes them away.

"Of course I will. I'd love to."

[noteful]

"Good. Thank you," Meg says.

There's a moment's pause, and then she adds, "Even if I make you wear a horrible orange dress with a great big bow?"

(It would be more of a threat if she weren't smiling quite so much.)

[bannion_sight]

Kim wrinkles her nose at that.

"Well if you truly want me to look like a pumpkin on your wedding day..."

[noteful]

"Oh, see, I was thinking far too neon to be a pumpkin . . ." Meg says, and then laughs.

"We'll find something.

"Maybe you could come back to Montreal with me some time. We'll go shopping."

[bannion_sight]

"I'd like that."

A quick, mischievous smile.

"Even if you do decide to go with a neon theme."

[noteful]

"If I do, I promise it will be green, and not orange."

Probably.

"Good. Then once I figure out what I'm wearing, we'll figure out what you're wearing."

[bannion_sight]

"I think this sounds suspiciously like a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one."

[noteful]

"The beginning of one anyway," Meg says. "An outline of a plan.

"Plans generally have more details.

"And shopping plans have lunch."