[ For someone that's constantly dressed to the nines, cooks in high heels and perfect makeup and coiffed hair June Cleaver style, Midge has a really strange habit of just sort of teleporting behind people in the kitchen. Only the kitchen and department stores, though, it seems limited to only places where she's in her element. Or she's just very good at navigating those familiar spaces in a quiet and quick fashion, take your pick.
She's seen the guy go in and out, had a few conversations--Midge talks a mile-a-minute with her own New York one, so there's a bit of East Coast solidarity. Him being from New Jersey though... Well. She can't fault the kid for that. ]
Planning on having a picnic with a crush? Need a wicker basket?
[ It's far too cold, but Midge likes the joke anyway as she looks curiously at what the other's making. ] You're not bolting out today like the room's on fire.
[ Oh, shit, that fruit salad looks really good... ]
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[ For someone that's constantly dressed to the nines, cooks in high heels and perfect makeup and coiffed hair June Cleaver style, Midge has a really strange habit of just sort of teleporting behind people in the kitchen. Only the kitchen and department stores, though, it seems limited to only places where she's in her element. Or she's just very good at navigating those familiar spaces in a quiet and quick fashion, take your pick.
She's seen the guy go in and out, had a few conversations--Midge talks a mile-a-minute with her own New York one, so there's a bit of East Coast solidarity. Him being from New Jersey though... Well. She can't fault the kid for that. ]
Planning on having a picnic with a crush? Need a wicker basket?
[ It's far too cold, but Midge likes the joke anyway as she looks curiously at what the other's making. ] You're not bolting out today like the room's on fire.
[ Oh, shit, that fruit salad looks really good... ]