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WHO: Eli and Wanda
WHERE: the MAC, then some shopping place
WHEN: Backdated to Wednesday
SUMMARY: Wanda is going to help Eli shop because he is a fashion nightmare. Or at least fashion unpleasant dream.
WARNINGS: Nothing, really.
FORMAT: quick to the point to the point no faking

[Eli was kind of nervous about going shopping with Wanda, but he tried not to let it show. It was just not the sort of thing he did. Ever. Except maybe with his mom or something, and his mom never really criticized his fashion choices. Still, he had fun with Wanda and was looking forward to that part of it.

Which was why he was on time at the ground floor of the MAC to meet with Wanda, smiling when he saw her.]

Hey there!

Comments

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs.]

I don't know what you're talking about, but sure. It's much more plausible that we're all sharing a mass hallucination.

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How did my life even get this weird.

[Eli sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Wanda emerged from the fitting rooms holding all but the last swimsuit. She handed the pile to the attendant with a smile.]

Ring these up for me, won't you? I believe you still have my card.

[As the other girl left, she turned to grin at Eli.]

Is that enough shopping for you, then?

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[Eli smiled and stood up with her.]

You didn't have to get those for me, you know. And that's enough unless you're going to try on lingerie too.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She blinked at him.]

Why, do you think I should? I already have rather a lot, but I'm not entirely sure how much is considered an appropriate amount..

[solvedchevron.livejournal.com]

[Eli shook his head.]

No, no, I was just kidding. I don't think my brain could handle that.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[That only garnered further concern, even as she turned to lead them out of the waiting area.]

Oh, do you have a headache? I could ask Steph if she has any medicine..

[solvedchevron.livejournal.com]

[Eli smiled and shook his head.]

No, I'm fine. I'm ready to go if you are.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She couldn't help but smile back, and turned to sign the receipt when it was offered to her.]

Is there anywhere else you'd like to go? I have a feeling that cab from before will still be around..

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You should let me get lunch, at least, since you got the clothes.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Her smile widens.]

That sounds good. Where did you have in mind?

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Five Guys?

[Eli sounded rather hopeful about that at the moment.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Her brow furrowed momentarily, and then she blinked at him again, this time in recognition.]

The hamburger place you told me about?

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Yes! Have you still not gone there yet?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She shook her head quickly.]

No, I haven't!

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[Eli perked up at that.]

Well then let's go!

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Her grin mirrored his.]

Definitely.

[Wanda turned on her heel and headed for the escalator again, assuming (correctly) that the poor attendant would continue to haul their bags after her.]

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[Eli hurried after her, wondering how she could move so fast in those heels. And remembering how she looked in the bathing suit.]

You're going to love it. Well, if you like hamburgers.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She glanced back at him, raising her eyebrows.]

I don't see what's not to like, really.

[solvedchevron.livejournal.com]

[Eli gave her a look.]

You have had a hamburger before, right?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

Well.

[She slowed, not looking at him.]

Well, no.

[solvedchevron.livejournal.com]

[Eli gave her another look.]

Seriously?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She gawked right back.]

Why would I lie about that?

[solvedchevron.livejournal.com]

[Eli scratched his head.]

I... don't know.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Wanda snorted delicately, then turned -- the exit was approaching! Over her shoulder, she addressed the attendant.]

Would you mind passing those off to the bellman, dear?