#[[this...just popped into my inbox?? what is this *gaius vc* SAUCERY??]]

[traiilblaziing]

Valentine Application!

name: elsie archer.

age: (let’s not ask that question. it makes my head hurt.)

do you like to cuddle?: yes. yes, very much so.

can we make-out?: not in this lifetime, buddy.

a night in or dinner out?: let’s go dancing and then make dinner together. we’ll have to figure out what to watch movie-wise though. i feel like we have different tastes.

ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: we should double-date with Ben & Jerry’s. (chocolate covered strawberries are a bit too romantic, i think.)

what makes you a good valentine?: i have decades of experience. also i’m good at handling your extravagance. oh, and i have been waiting to wear a dress in my closet for a while and i need a reason, so this would really work out for me. (also, we deserve to have a fun outing. plus, think of all the stupid couple’s discounts we could get by pretending to be together on valentine’s day: the pasta-bilities are endless, miguel.)

would you cook for me?: yeah, i love cooking. why not?

would you let me cook for you?: let you? i’m encouraging you! lol, i’ll read your cards over dinner. now that’s a deal!

       ❛ You had me at potential scams! Now--- ❜ Miguel digs into the tiny pocket on his flannel shirt, plucking out a teeny-tiny piece of paper that, when unfolded & smoothed out, took up half a bistro table. It’s a map---because of course it is---that is x’d to death. ❛ Here are all the restaurants in the local areas that give out desserts for special occasions. The blue crosses are mid-range restaurants, the reds are low-end, && the gold--the gold, mi amigo--are the jackpots. I’m talking Michelin stars, I’m talking reservations needed last, LAST year, I’m talking crème de la crème. I might have a diplomat badge lying around here somewhere... ❜ Humming absentmindedly, Miguel does what he does best---gets lost in the scheme, eyes sparkling in mischief.