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[kyley_b]

Oh. Uhm. Is that dessert...?

[Kyle thanks the waitress and places his food order when prompted. Then he studies the glasses and picks what he thinks is grapefruit, sipping it cautiously.]

This is good!

And I know what you're trying o do.

[courtinsession]

They use it on the pancakes, so I guess it depends if you consider that a dessert.

[Corrigan doesn't order -- they know his regular, after all -- but picks up the pineapple mimosa and sips it. This last comment gets both eyebrows arched.]

What am I trying to do, then?

[kyley_b]

Ohh. Should I have gotten that?

[Kyle snorts.]

You're trying to make me feel special so I'll do things.

[courtinsession]

It's my regular, so I could be convinced to share. Maybe.

[Corrigan hums softly, still eying Kyle over the rim of the glass.]

Is that how it works? I ply you with fancy food and you agree to try reverse cowgirl or something?

[kyley_b]

Just a taste.

[The mimosa is delicious and it's not going to last long. Thank goodness there's more!]

I think that's how YOU think this works, yes.

Why do you make me sound like a pastor's daughter or something?

[courtinsession]

Maybe if you're good.

[So many more. There's also a basket of biscuits and little porcelain cups of butter and jam because this place is Like That. Corry is going to tuck into the biscuits as they speak.] I see. How does it really work, then?

I was thinking farmer's daughter, but it's a similar vibe.

[kyley_b]

[A smug look, because of course he'll be good!

How it works is that I'll already do what we agreed because you're buying me brunch. You don't gotta butter me up.

[Kyle snorts.]

Just because I'm from a hick town doesn't make me all innocent.

[courtinsession]

Hm. [Corrigan is quiet for a moment, spreading jam onto his biscuit. When he speaks again, it's soft.]

Is it so impossible to believe that I actually enjoy your company and want to be nice to you sometimes?

[Then he bites into the biscuit, smirking.] You still have your hick moments. I don't think you're very aware of them.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle blinks, then reaches for a biscuit.]

I. No.

[He rolls his eyes and takes the jam.]

Is this because ONE TIME I said I'd buy a truck?

[courtinsession]

Well, then maybe that's my motivation. Maybe I sort of like you. [The jam is some kind of insufferable seasonal infused nonsense but it just tastes like jam. Good jam, but still.]

It was more than once and yes, it's burned into my memory forever. I have nightmares about it.

[kyley_b]

Well. I like you too, obviously. [He pinks just a little.]

Oh come on, a truck is useful! You can haul stuff in it, and it's good for camping!

[courtinsession]

I have a voice-mail where you call me a "nasty pervy horny bitch" so there's nothing obvious about it. [But there's genuine amusement in Corrigan’s voice as he says it. He nudges his foot against Kyle's under the table.

And then he sighs, rolling his eyes as the waitress reappears to top off the mimosas and deliver their food.] Or you can rent a camper or a uhaul like a normal person.

[kyley_b]

Well, yeah, but you ARE.

[Looking smug, Kyle sips his now refilled mimosa and smiles.]

Not my fault I'm butch.

[courtinsession]

Yet you like me anyways. What a conundrum you are, Kyle Broflovski.

[Corrigan says this with a toothy grin, pouring some of the aforementioned pomelo/peach caramel over his pancakes. It just looks like regular caramel.]

You are not the butch in this situation.

[kyley_b]

[Primly:] I like challenging people.

[Kyle tucks into the 'artisanal toast.' It's just sourdough.]

Uh, I kinda am, dude.

[courtinsession]

Birds of a feather, sugar.

[Have a look of the MOST indignation.] I'm butch.

[A statement that would be more convincing if he weren't using tiny sparkly silverware to eat his pancakes.]

[kyley_b]

[Kyle cracks up laughing.]

YOU? You're a princess!

[courtinsession]

[Corry looks so indignant.]

I am not.

[kyley_b]

Dude, I've seen your bathroom cabinets. That's a LOT of skin care stuff.

[Mimosas are great, Kyle has decided. He feels warm and happy.]

[courtinsession]

Caring about my skin makes me a princess now?

[He sounds like this is so far beyond the realm of possibility when it's...not. Remotely. And he'll point his fork threatening at Kyle.] You're lucky you're cute, that's all I'm saying. Eat your toast.

[kyley_b]

No, but comparatively.

[He does. SMUGLY.]

I'll have you know in a boy band I would be the tough one. So there.

Can I try some of yours?

[courtinsession]

Who lied and told you that? You're the sensitive doe-eyed one and that's that.

[Corry rolls his eyes, but also makes sure the bite has all the good stuff on it -- whipped cream and the caramel and fruit and whatnot. He holds up the heavily loaded fork and gestures bossily.] Open up.

[kyley_b]

I'll have you know I WAS the tough one.

[Looking FAR too pleased with himself, Kyle opens his mouth.]

[courtinsession]

-- I'm sorry, you were in a boy band?

[This is information he should've known earlier, KYLE. But he won't deny the pancakes, sliding the bite into Kyle's mouth very gently, then wiping away a loose drip of caramel from his lip.] Good?

[kyley_b]

As a kid, yeah. Fingerbang.

[Does he make a borderline obscene noise? Yes. He gives Corrigan a sultry look.]

SO good.