(Very freckled, at least.) She glanced at him with a raised brow, a little surprised. "I love you too," she replied, standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. "Let's go." They stepped out of their compartment, and Poppy frowned. "If I remember correctly..." She trailed off as she tried to get her bearings. "The dining car is towards the back of the train."
(I don't have that many freckles, and I never have ) He followed, then started towards the back. "Shouldn't be hard to find. Only two ways to go, right?" (I'm in LA again, and I'm at Disneyland so now I want to draw Francis in an Indiana Jones outfit, lol.)
(Good. Freckles are overrated.) "50/50 chance," she agreed. "Plus, I know for a fact that we're allowed to step behind the caboose, which is exciting in itself." (Dooo it. I've only been to Disneyland once while I was on tour with my orchestra, and I regretted being unable to ride that one. )
"I've never been behind the caboose. I'd imagine it's pretty interesting." (I need a shirt that says: "I like putting my characters in uncomfortable situations." As for the ride, I believe it just opened back up here.)
"It's exhilarating," she said, nodding. A little terrifying. You're moving so fast, and only a small fence keeps you from falling off." (Go on it! Do what I couldn't! Avenge me! Also, uncomfortable situations show your character at their very core. They're great plot devices, I find.)
"I can't imagine it being that bad. Just being neat to see." He shrugged. (The funny part is that Francis is probably just annoyed when but it those situations.)
"I really enjoy it, actually. It's thrilling." They stepped into the next car, and were greeted by tables and the early train boarders. Various waiters delivered food to the tables and Poppy looked up at Francis. "I think we found it," she said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. (Are you plotting for an uncomfortable situation?)
(Lovely.) She glared up at him while still maintaining an amused expression. "I suppose we must go back to the compartment, then," she said with mock sorrow, shaking her head with a dramatic sigh. "This is clearly not right. I'm so sorry, my love; I guess that means no coffee."
"Now hold on a second. Who said anything about not having coffee?" He frowned jokingly. "Let's find a seat."
She kissed his cheek before leading him to a small table by the window, her fingers intertwined with his. They sat down, and almost instantly, a waiter appeared by their side. "Good morning," he said smoothly. "Can I get you two anything to drink?"
Poppy raised an eyebrow at him and then turned her head towards the waiter. "I'll just have a mint tea please, if you have it." The waiter nodded and departed without another word. She turned to look back at him. "A black coffee? What happened to the man I fell in love with?" she teased.
"They can't do it the way I like it, so I'd rather just drink it black, or add the sugar and cream myself," he said, matter-of-factly.
She exhaled with mock relief and grinned across the table. "Oh good," she said. "I thought I'd have to take you to the infirmary."
"I'd have to drink the coffee first. It's my priority." He chuckled. "I can't function properly without it."
She nodded seriously. "We'd fill your IVs with mochas," she said. "It would be the scientific case of the century."
She grinned at him and then shrugged. "Debatable. But I've made it this long with only a couple deaths."
