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"Fair enough. You can give me a call, then, and I'll look them up if you need something." Dilan says cheerfully.

"We'll see" she agreed easily. It wasn't easy to find psychs that could work with cops, much less would. Especially on cases bad enough to stump the detectives...but that wasn't really an issue at the moment!

"So what doesn't your teams research end up looking into? Am I going to end up with helpful commentary no matter what topic we run into at work?" she teased, then gripped his hand a little more tightly as they hit a curved hill. Not a large one, luckily.

Dilan thinks about it for a while, "Weapons. We don't do weapons." His hands closes on hers as well, and he smiles down at her, "But other than that, probably."

"Well, at least we'll never run out of things to talk about." she laughed. "And I can use you as an idea bounce!!" she seemed...utterly delighted by the idea.

"Internet researches and book trawling only gets you so far when you run into the tougher cases. Really. The next time I need to know how nerve toxins work, I can ask!" she'd never offer him case details...but asking about subjects and specifics? She could do that!

His lips go from a smile to a full-on grin and with a quick lick of his lips Dilan says, "Aya, you may bounce anything you want off me."

Aya caught the grin out of the corner of her eyes, then chuckled softly. "Dilan, you may just come to regret giving me that permission." she noted.

He might.

"And yet there is such a possibility that I won't." Dilan points out, "Such a hopeful possibility that I won't."

"Optimists can be very scary people." she laughed, bumping him with her hip slightly. "But I admit you're good medicine, so I'm not going to be afraid?" she teased.

"I'm terrifying." Dilan agrees, "Rar. Grr. 'Scuse me." the last to someone he came far too close to bumping into.

"And polite" she noted cheerfully. "Terror in an incredibly agreeable package. No wonder you've managed to keep your true nature hidden so long..." she laughed.

"Oh...crap. Bicyclists!"

"Grass to the left." Dilan says, heading that way and tugging her with him. He falls, gracefully, on his ass and provides her with a soft place to land. Relatively soft, anyway, there's a lot of bone structure there as well. "So. Food?"

"Yeep!" yes, it was a small, bitten off sound. At least she didn't deck him? Nope, she just landed as gently as she could without rolling and looked up at him "Umm, yes? I take it you're hungry?"

Or hungry enough? She could totally get the backpack off yes!

"Well, might as well eat now that we're not in danger of getting run over." He points out cheerfully.

She has a nice rear. Yum.

It was...really strange to fit entirely n a person's lap. Not that she had many laps to compare Dilan's too, but she couldn't complain. Nope, wasn't going to complain at all.

"Well, here." she passed one of the thermoses on top to him, then started pulling out the lunch carriers "I ended up making various piroshkis. Hmmm, blue cooler has the fruit based ones, apples and raisins mainly, the other two have various combinations of ground meat, cheese, and potatoes..." and they were still warm! Yay for the heating pack trick.

"I shall walk the path of virtue and go for the meaty ones first." Dilan says with a grin, "My own bag has a collection of kebabs in it, in the pack under the photoalbum."

She obligingly set the first bag of fruitless food down by his side "Looks like we're set then." she wasn't going to explain the thermoses. She wanted to see how he liked the raw strawberry lemonade.

And distractingly enough...she was still in his lap. Hmmm. It be easier to curl up comfortably if..." I'm going to take my skates off alright? Unless you want to evict me. Either way..."

Dilan coughs, pointedly does not shift because that could be embarrassing, and states, "I am perfectly happy to have you stay where you are." then reaches for a thermos.

Oh.

Oooooooooo.

"Mrrrp!"

Hey, sometimes it was best to ask! She shifted just enough to reach her skates, then curled back warmly against his chest once she didn't have two pounds of metal and rubber on her feet. "Mrrp?" she blinked.

"I take it you like it?" because it didn't sound like a choking, or unhappy 'Mrrrp'? "There's a produce stand around the corner from my house. I tend to buy fruit for snacks and cut and freeze a good portion of it to put in drinks...."

Sorry, Aya, you're just not quite getting through right now. Dilan is half-lounging at this point, rolling the drink around in his mouth with a besotted expression and three-quarter lidded eyes.

...

Idly she wondered if Ben had ever put 'Don't drug your date' on her rule lists. She'd have to check...because she seemed to have accidentally broken that. Umm? She probably should have gotten food into his hands before the thermos.

Really.

She'd feel worse about the mishap if she wasn't so incredibly amused. It was fun to just watch him for a minute or more...but finally she sighed and reached up to gently take the thermos from him and place food in his hands "Dilan?"

He makes a sad noise when the drink is removed, but obediently starts eating. "That's good, Aya. The drink. Mmmmmm."

The drink didn't go far at least? She just set it next to his knee. "But maaaybe I should have warned you?" she offered.

Her own food was relatively untouched. What? She was rather distracted by watching Dilan's face. He was an incredibly expressive person and...and...and yeah. She couldn't really justify it. Hello libido?

"No, no, it's fine. I like surprises." Dilan assures her, laughing softly, "I'm warned now."

"I don't think it counts as being warned, post-tasting." she noted with a grin. "And I think I might be justifiably smug had I actually intended to get a 'Mrrrp' reaction..."

She lifted her free hand to stroke his cheek gently, watching her own fingers rather than his face now "You were incredibly amusing to watch...but I was worried, a little, that I might have accidentally slipped you something..."

He leans into the touch, rubbing the silky hair of his sideburns along her fingers, "I did mention my strawberry thing." he points out virtuously, "Add that to lemons and yum."

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