Audrey didn't know whether to laugh or say something sarcastic, but he was smiling and looking so pleased with himself that she had to laugh. The sarcasm would wait.
Pulling out a bottle of champagne with a flourish, Agent Cooper smiled. "This isn't too childish for you?"
"What, a picnic?" Audrey teased, sitting cross-legged on her side of the green and white-striped sheet that looked brand new. She hoped he didn't mind the grass stains and ants sure to come. "I just hope it means you still respect my intelligence."
"Of course I do," he assured her, expertly popping the cork and pouring them both glasses.
She accepted hers with her eyebrow still raised. "Then why a picnic? I'm not a little girl who needs ants and birthday cake, special agent Cooper."
"As a thank you, for your help."
A soft snort escaped her, but Audrey decided that she refused to let the lovely day be brought down by the reality of the situation. "I suppose I should say you're welcome." And he was, if he would simply open his eyes and see her.
But that was another way of spoiling the mood, and she pushed that thought away as well.
He gave a shrug and tipped his glass to her, "To Audrey Horne."
"To special agent Cooper," she retorted.
Their glasses chimed in the air, echoing the sunlight. It was a fanciful notion, and Audrey smiled at it, shifting to kick off her shoes before tucking her feet beneath her and leaning back on her elbow.
"You know, I could get to love days like this," he murmured, stretching out his legs and leaning back to stare up at the trees and sky above them. "There's a simplicity to them. Sunlight, good food, good company..."
"Ants," suggested Audrey prosaically, flicking one of them off the edge of the sheet.
"Nature," he countered, turning onto his side to watch her. "Don't kill them, they're only doing what they're meant to do."
She wrinkled her nose at him, but didn't squish them as he'd requested, she merely moved them around the edge of the sheet before flicking them back into the grass. When she tired of the little game, she looked back across at him. "We should eat before they carry everything off."
"They can have everything but the pie."
A laugh escaped her, "I'll have to remember that, in future. Though, I don't believe that man can live on pie alone."
"That he can't," Cooper agreed, sitting back up and reaching for one of the pieces of fried chicken, busying himself with the cole slaw and licking his fingers when he realized he'd forgotten napkins.
Audrey watched him, storing up the moment to take out at a later date. She wasn't sure what was going on anymore, but perhaps neither was he.
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Twin Peaks - Cooper/Audrey - Hey girl, you've got a fine laugh, and I think that I can get used to t
Date: 2010-11-09 02:25 am (UTC)He'd even brought pie.
Audrey didn't know whether to laugh or say something sarcastic, but he was smiling and looking so pleased with himself that she had to laugh. The sarcasm would wait.
Pulling out a bottle of champagne with a flourish, Agent Cooper smiled. "This isn't too childish for you?"
"What, a picnic?" Audrey teased, sitting cross-legged on her side of the green and white-striped sheet that looked brand new. She hoped he didn't mind the grass stains and ants sure to come. "I just hope it means you still respect my intelligence."
"Of course I do," he assured her, expertly popping the cork and pouring them both glasses.
She accepted hers with her eyebrow still raised. "Then why a picnic? I'm not a little girl who needs ants and birthday cake, special agent Cooper."
"As a thank you, for your help."
A soft snort escaped her, but Audrey decided that she refused to let the lovely day be brought down by the reality of the situation. "I suppose I should say you're welcome." And he was, if he would simply open his eyes and see her.
But that was another way of spoiling the mood, and she pushed that thought away as well.
He gave a shrug and tipped his glass to her, "To Audrey Horne."
"To special agent Cooper," she retorted.
Their glasses chimed in the air, echoing the sunlight. It was a fanciful notion, and Audrey smiled at it, shifting to kick off her shoes before tucking her feet beneath her and leaning back on her elbow.
"You know, I could get to love days like this," he murmured, stretching out his legs and leaning back to stare up at the trees and sky above them. "There's a simplicity to them. Sunlight, good food, good company..."
"Ants," suggested Audrey prosaically, flicking one of them off the edge of the sheet.
"Nature," he countered, turning onto his side to watch her. "Don't kill them, they're only doing what they're meant to do."
She wrinkled her nose at him, but didn't squish them as he'd requested, she merely moved them around the edge of the sheet before flicking them back into the grass. When she tired of the little game, she looked back across at him. "We should eat before they carry everything off."
"They can have everything but the pie."
A laugh escaped her, "I'll have to remember that, in future. Though, I don't believe that man can live on pie alone."
"That he can't," Cooper agreed, sitting back up and reaching for one of the pieces of fried chicken, busying himself with the cole slaw and licking his fingers when he realized he'd forgotten napkins.
Audrey watched him, storing up the moment to take out at a later date. She wasn't sure what was going on anymore, but perhaps neither was he.