Isle of Ikea, Sunday Evening

[arboreal_priestess]

"So we're not leaving without getting a bed and some meatballs. Everything else is optional, but definitely those two things."

Verity had been threatening to drag Liam to Ikea ever since the giant snowstorm and she'd seen the empty expanse he called a bedroom. Honestly, Liam? A chair? If their physical relationship ever moved past the whole 'glowing cloud of purple light' thing, Verity figured they'd sometimes want a place to retreat to where they didn't have to negotiate with mice for a bit of privacy.

Which they couldn't do with just a chair.

"Also, considering the size of the store, maybe we should have brought along a couple of guide ropes and maybe a GPS," she added as the doors opened and she took in the sheer size of the store. Though maybe having the entire island being named for it should have given her a clue. "Uhhh...excelsior?"

[For the guy!]

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[firstofitskind]

“It’s new to me,” Liam pointed out. “The closest I’ve ever come to witnessing something like that is Augur after he managed to get his hands on a new piece of art. He’d spend days puttering about the lair, trying to figure out the best place to show it off.” Which was hilarious when you considered the fact that only a handful of people ever actually got to see it.

[arboreal_priestess]

"...The lair?" Verity checked with a grin. "That sounds creepy and ominous. Which explains why you do so well dating me."

Because creepy and ominous was pretty much how she rolled.

[I'm so sorry, I swapped from Uma to Verity without refreshing so this never posted!]

[firstofitskind]

“The Liberation’s original base of operations, underneath St. Michael’s in DC,” Liam said, as they started to meander through the living room furniture. “Does the fact that I was born there make that better or worse?” he added, poking at an odd-looking lamp

[arboreal_priestess]

"So, let me get this straight," Verity said, grinning. "You were born in an underground lair, the base of operations for the Liberation. You're not a sheriff, you're the hero of a YA scifi novel."

[firstofitskind]

“What?” Someone wasn’t terribly familiar with genre conventions, no.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Okay, you know how we're breaking all this new furniture in?" Verity asked with a wicked smile. "Movie night."

[firstofitskind]

"... Should I be concerned?" Liam asked, eyebrow raised.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Nooooo," Verity said, unconvincingly, already planning on checking with Sarah and Artie for the most over the top movies they could think of.

Krull, definitely. Flash Gordon, also definitely. Really, anything made in the 80s with a budget.

[firstofitskind]

"Hmm," Liam hummed, bumping her gently with his hip. "Somehow I don't believe you."

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity did her best to look innocent, but ended up laughing too hard for it to be believable anyway. "Uh-oh, this is where all that feminine mystique Cosmo told me about would come in handy. You're onto me."

She flung herself down onto a chaise and bounced a little, then popped back up. "Nah."

Didn't pass the Verity stress-test.

[firstofitskind]

"I already have a chair, anyway," Liam pointed out. "Unless you were thinking for your apartment."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Maybe you wanted two?" Verity suggested brightly. "So when you're entertaining upstairs, you can offer someone else a place to sit."

Said the woman who didn't even have chairs in her bedroom.

[firstofitskind]

"If I'm 'entertaining upstairs'," Liam said, complete with airquotes, "First of all, I don't think there would be a lot of sitting, and second, if there was, hopefully that person wouldn't mind just sitting with me on the bed that we're here to get."

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity laughed again and pulled him in for a kiss. "I dunno," she teased, "maybe your guest is a little adventurous and likes doing not a whole lot of sitting on non-bed surfaces."

[firstofitskind]

Not that they'd managed to actually progress to things that were not sitting, but, you know. It was on the agenda.

Liam was all too happy to lean in to that kiss, though. Although something caught his eye as he did so.

When he finally broke the kiss, he turned slightly, so that Verity would see... whatever that was.

"How adventurous are we talking, here?"

[arboreal_priestess]

"Not that adventurous!" Verity declared, laughing again. That was one of the reasons she liked being with Liam so much. She laughed a lot more when he was around. "I'm pretty sure that cushion is secretly absorbing the rest of the chair."

[firstofitskind]

His whole 'sense of humor' thing was something of a work-in-progress, so Liam would be pleased to know it was apparently reasonably successful.

"At least it has a cushion," he said, trying to find something positive about that monstrosity.

This thing, though... kind of useless, unless you needed to do a lot of counting, possibly.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I have never needed an abacus that size in my entire life," Verity declared. "I mean, I've never needed an abacus of any size but even so, that's just pushing it."

She glanced around, then pointed. "And look," she said. "That's what happens when you let the cushion absorb you. Nice of them to put a warning on full display like that."

[firstofitskind]

"Yeah, no, that's definitely not going in my room. Regardless of what I would use any potential seating for, I do want to be able to sleep at some point." Which would be difficult with that monstrosity looming about in the shadows!

[arboreal_priestess]

"Okay, so new plan," Verity declared. "Housewarming gift for your new roommate."

Like they'd be safe with that monstrosity anywhere in the house.

[firstofitskind]

"There's already one person in that house who dislikes me," Liam pointed out. "I'd hate to give anyone else an actual reason to."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Wait, who doesn't like you?" Verity demanded, hands on her hips.

Uhh, someone wrong, obviously.

[firstofitskind]

“Magnus,” Liam sighed and rolled his eyes. “He seems to think- I don’t know, that I’m lying about my position as law enforcement, and I’m going to sneak off with all of his belongings one night or something.”

[arboreal_priestess]

"Doesn't he just have a collection of robot arms and wooden ducks or something?" Verity asked. "Not bad nail polish though, but I'm pretty sure that's more in danger from me than you."

[firstofitskind]

“Pretty much, yeah,” Liam nodded. “But apparently once he’s made his mind up about something nothing will change his mind.”