Her eyes went wide. “Tell me that is not your plan.”
Well, it hadn’t been until right then. Truthfully, he had given little thought to the use of pirate speak to end an argument. Good to know that it would work. He’d use it more often.
“Wha’ are ye pissed at me about? I’m openin’ the discussion so we can work it out in Ye Arguin’ Sails.”
“That’s what you’re naming this place? Ye Arguin’ Sails?”
Hell, she laughed at it, so that was officially going to be the name. Maybe he’d even have a boat-christening thing where they smashed a bottle of good champagne against the bow.
Although, given that this was a children’s ship, perhaps they should just go with sparkling cider? He’d ask his mom. She’d know.
“Aye. That’s ye ol’ name.”
“Oh my God. You cannot talk pirate when we are having a serious discussion.” She smacked his chest, light and with no real feeling.
Almost… playful.
He liked playful Courtney. She didn’t come out to chill with him often enough.
“Fair enough. What’s the problem?” he asked, way too seriously and without a dash of any pirate. Not even a smidge.
“Your baby is demanding that I eat salad.Andvegetables.AndI wanted tofu today.” She tossed her hands up like this was the greatest affront of all the affronts that ever affronted. “Tofu! Who wants tofu?”
“I like tofu.” What? He did.
“Exactly. You and your baby. That’s who.”
“My kid enjoys tofu, huh?” Good to know. He sort of dug that about the Tiny Badass. They ate veggie sushi with tofu. That should be fine for a toddler. Also, delicious.
“My mind wanted a burger, but my body demanded tofu.” Her hands drifted to her hips, and she glared at him like he should have an answer to this problem.
“I’m so sorry, Court.” He wasn’t, but it seemed like the right thing to say.
“What do I do about this?” She seemed to want an answer.
“Uh… I can show you how to marinate tofu? You put it on a salad with some soba noodles and a little ginger dressing.” So fucking good. His salivary glands were working overtime.
“I hate that this sounds amazing.” She crossed her arms. “At the same time, it sounds awful.”
“Is that a yes on the tofu salad?” Because he was getting mixed signals on this one.
She let out a low growl he really liked. “Sure. I’ll eat it. I’ll like it. But I won’t like that I enjoy it.”
He nodded because he actually understood her logic there. “I can live with that.”
This was sort of like Knox and his garlic bread sexcapades.
“I’ll also bake up some kale chips.” This he actually sang to her. Hell, it seemed like the thing to do.
“Ew.” She pulled a disgustedly cute face.
“Tiny Badass is gonna love ’em.”
“Probably.” She pursed her lips.
He moved to her. Slung his arm around her shoulder. “You might not hate them.”
“Don’t count on it.” She looked up at him, and in that moment, everything felt like it clicked into place.
