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It's Day 10. Game on!
Embarrassing
Netossa was just finishing arranging the sofa pillows, plumping them up a bit the way her wife liked them to be, when she stopped to listen.
It was a rhythmic chopping sound, coming from the other room.
She frowned. "Spinney." Her voice had an accusing tone.
"Hmm?"
"What are you doing?" Netossa started for the kitchen, but then the sound stopped. She paused near the doorway.
Spinnerella emerged from the kitchen with a tray in her hands. She gave her wife a slightly chilled look.
"What do you think? I'm getting things ready for our game night."
Then she brushed past Netossa on her way to the dining table.
Netossa's face fell, and she sighed. "A vegetable platter? Seriously?"
"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" Spinnerella's tone was defensively self-assured.
Netossa walked over to where Spinnerella was leaning over the table, making some quick minor adjustments to the contents of the tray.
"Honey . . . listen," she began gently, "I keep trying to tell you . . ." Netossa absently picked up a a carrot spear and gestured with it. "No one likes the vegetable platter. And it's . . . embarrassing."
She crunched on the carrot unconsciously, which attracted Spinnerella's attention.
Spinnerella glared at her wife with her head cocked to one side and her hands on her hips. "No one likes it?"
Netossa cringed a little as she looked at the carrot in her hand and grasped the irony. "Well . . . the guests hardly ever touch it." She pointed to the tray.
"It ends up just sitting there, and I feel stupid that I'm the only one eating from it. And then the vegetables dry out, and the only thing they're good for then is soup!"
Spinnerella rolled her eyes and turned back toward the kitchen.
"And you can only eat so much soup!" Netossa called after her.
Spinnerella called back, "Have you ever considered that maybe I enjoy making vegetable platters?!"
Netossa's face fell, and she looked back at the platter.
Suddenly, she saw how beautifully it was all laid out: the little cork-screw strips of radishes and the pea pods arranged to look like flowers and the home-made cream-cheese dip placed in little hills and the different colors of peppers carved in the shapes of birds . . .
"Ah, honey," Netossa sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm being so insensitive."
She turned and walked slowly toward the games cabinet, and she pulled out a small stack of board games. She brought them over to the coffee table as she spoke.
"It's just that these game nights haven't been working out so well. And half the time it's only Scorpia who shows up. They always go late, and no one knows when to leave. And then, at the end of the night, after everyone finally goes home, you and I always seem to argue."
She set the games down and slumped on the sofa.
"I'm just tired of it."
Spinnerella came into the room holding a candle in each hand. She cast a sympathetic look toward Netossa as she set them down on the dining table.
"I know that's how you've been feeling about it," she said understandingly.
She lit the candles. "But I promise tonight's game night will be different."
Netossa looked up at her. "It will?" she asked hopefully.
Spinnerella walked over with a little smile and took her wife's hands in hers. "Yes. I promise." With a little tug, she urged Netossa to stand up and follow her over to the dining table.
Netossa frowned sadly. "But how do you know?"
"Because, darling . . ." Spinnerella's smile grew a little bigger as they sat down together by the candles and the gorgeous vegetable platter.
She leaned in close to her wife, as if she was sharing a secret:
"This time, I didn't invite anyone else!" Spinnerella grinned.
Netossa looked at her wife, her eyes widening.
"What . . . you mean . . . really?"
Spinnerella beamed at her. "Mm-hmm."
Netossa finally smiled back. Her eyes sparkled.
"You know, . . . I think this might end up being the best game night ever."
Spinnerella nodded.
Then, she gently picked up a delicate vegetable shaving shaped like a rose petal, and she fed it to her wife with that kind of a look!
As Netossa chewed, they looked lovingly into each other's eyes.
And she wasn't embarrassed any longer.
But she still blushed!
