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Who: Margo and anyone in her 'family's house
What: Making gingerbread, stealing iPods, getting her groove on - opportunities to tag in the middle of the post and at the end.
Where: The kitchen! The dining room!
When: Earlier today!
Warnings: Nothing yet!

It was damn hard to find the proper ingredients for things on this island. Margo had to rent a boat and go searching for everything she had needed. Her search, though, had not been fruitless, and it had led to her baking cookies in the house she shared with honorary little brother Leo and other half Seth. There was a spring in her step as she drizzled the sugar glaze over the finished product – little irregular round-ish shapes of gingerbread, some of them a little too dark around the edges but none of them really quite burnt. It was more than a spring, actually. Margo was dancing and it had a lot to do with the buds stuck in her ears. She’d sort of stolen Leo’s iPod without asking first.

In her opinion, it wasn’t her fault. She was a victim of circumstance. There was little music around here aside from the tunes that could be heard coming from Leo’s room whenever he picked up an instrument. Margo was starved for some good dance music, so as she drizzled she also swayed and moved her hips to a beat that was heard only by her. More than that, every time the chorus came around she sang along to it in a soft voice. She wasn’t going to win any Grammy’s anytime soon.

”If our lo-ooove is tragedy, why are you my remedy?” She bounced a little, licking some sugar glaze off of her fingertip and letting the rest of the chorus pass unsung.

She spent some time in the kitchen, icing cookies. Anyone could have interrupted her, made a remark about her singing and/or dancing, but Margo wasn’t really one to care all that much about what people thought.

Once she was done with whoever interrupted her, assuming she was interrupted, she carried the cookies out on a plate and set them in the middle of the dining room table. With a grin on her face she murmured to herself.

“I’m a goddamn culinary genius.”

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Seth wasn't sure which was rarer; Leo without his iPod or Margo acting like Betty Crocker in a kitchen. To say he was smitten with his girlfriend was an understatement. Maybe that was why Leo was nowhere to be found. Seth had slipped in early on the baking attempt and just watched from a chair.

He'd kept busy trying to remedy Leo's sinking dilemma and sort out a possible score that was for Margo's eyes only. Living with a sin eater wasn't easy, Seth tried not to outright taunt his adopted brother--at least, not with a sinful soul. There were plenty of other things to tease him with.

Back to the lady of the house, Seth couldn't help but grin at the sight and sounds joining the aroma from the kitchen. He didn't know what got into his girlfriend but it only took a few minutes before realizing that she reminded him of one of the few memories he had of his mother. Right down to what she said.

"What's the special occasion?" he asked while sauntering over to her.

He picked up one of the more brown ones and bit off a limb or head, he hadn't looked to check.

Margo popped her earbuds out and smiled up at Seth, craning her neck so she could peck him on the cheek. She reached for one of the cookies, herself, careful not to get glaze on her fingertips.

“No special occasion.” She bit into the cookie and munched, looking satisfied with the job she had done. “Just wanted to try something sweet.” Her lips formed a smile. Betty Crocker she was not, but she’d done well with the gingerbread cookies. Apparently, she’d done a pretty good job at catching his eye, too, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. Margo always felt like the only woman in the world around Seth.

“How did I do?” She looked to him with slightly raised eyebrows, an expectant expression on her face. The cookie tasted pretty good to her, but her opinion could have been tainted by her own pride. If she was looking to get an unbiased opinion, though, she probably shouldn’t have asked her other half.

“Edible?” Margo smiled playfully.

He scrunched up his nose, slowing down how he chewed as if eating something unsavory. It was all an act. Seth looked at the cookie in hand and took another bite. He continued with the slow chewing while glancing at Margo.

"Try somethin' sweet?" Seth asked curiously after shoving what he'd eaten into a check. He continued to chew and sat at the table near where she had set the plate of cookies down. "You think this is sweet?" There was criticism in his pitch, unapologetic.

Seth finished devouring the cookie and continued to chew. "This doesn't light a candle next to you, Babe." A sly grin formed on his face as he looked up to where she stood. He reached for another treat with a devious grin still on his features. "I don't think I've ever had one of these before. You did good, Baby."

If it was about how she looked, his opinion was definitely biased. Seth was a little more honest about other things. Not that they often disagreed, tending to see things the same way more often than not. He didn't have much in the way of a sweet tooth but the cookies from scratch were warm and sweet.

Margo’s eyebrows wrinkled as she watched him. Were some of the cookies in this batch defective? Didn’t she mix the sugar in thoroughly enough? Something was apparently wrong. She gave the little man-shaped cookie in her hand a second look and then looked back to Seth.

Then the act was dropped and she grinned, rolling her eyes playfully. She had a talent for seeing through bullshit including Seth’s ruses, but every now and again he could put on a show convincing enough even for her. It was one of his many talents.

“You’ve never had gingerbread cookies? Poor baby.” She put on a joking pout for a moment. “My mom never made these, but she did order some good ones from a bakery.” Her nose scrunched up. “As much as I’d like to think I’m the best at everything? I think the bakery still has me beat.”

Margo settled into a chair at the table. “Leo has some good music on his iPod,” She observed, twirling one of the buds around between fingers. Once he found out it was missing, which would probably be sooner rather than later, he would probably pitch a fit. She’d needed a little baking music, though.

"Pretty sure you could zippidy boppity boop baking until kingdom come," he assured her instantly. "Even Mary Poppins was just practically perfect. ...And that's enough Disney references to last me a lifetime."

He'd gone from a congenial look to a slightly disturbed one before cracking a smile. "Sweetheart, if you were the best at everything then we wouldn't need to practice anymore," he uttered and ended with a mischievous wink. They obviously weren't popping babies out. Seth had a tendency to call it practicing.

As far as he was concerned, Margo was perfection incarnate and damn anyone who tried to tell him otherwise.

She got his attention at talk of music. "Leave his shit alone or we'll never hear the end of it. ...Surprised he managed to put it down for five seconds. He's like a kid and their cell phone with that thing."

He got off the soap box, thinking back to what she said. "What music?" Seth asked curiously, dusting off his hand on the side of his pants and reaching for her to sit on his lap instead of the seat she'd taken. It was a stupid notion that sitting with him would prevent a Leo meltdown but it remained in mind all the same.

Margo couldn’t suppress a laugh. The idea of Seth watching Mary Poppins made her smile, but she supposed everyone had a childhood. Almost everyone, at least. Besides, he was cute when he was getting in touch with his inner child.

She flashed a grin at him. Practicing. Well, if practice made perfect then Seth and Margo were two of the biggest perfectionists around. Nothing wrong with that. Even as they hopped from world to world they seemed to keep up a healthy sex life. Maybe the road was rocky, but there were no real bumps in their relationship.

“Oh, please.” But she began to wind the cord and earbuds neatly around the iPod just as she had found it, preparing to set it somewhere in Leo’s room and pretend that she’d never touched it. “He can stand to share once in a while. I mean, I… I’m sure there’s something I do around here for him.” She paused a moment before an idea struck her, eyes lighting up in a eureka moment. “I do the cleaning charm for the whole place, his room included! He owes me!”

Margo settled down in a matter of seconds, glancing back to the iPod screen and shifting over into Seth’s lap. It was comfier than the chair, anyway. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “All sorts of music. I seemed to hit a patch of dance-y stuff, though.”

Seth was more in touch with his inner child around Margo than he ever had the chance to be as a kid. She seemed to know that side of him and indulged him from time to time, like with the cookies.

She wasn't wrong. If he ever met his equal when it came to sexual partner, it was Margo. There was never any question about right time or place. She fit him like a glove and vice versa. Even their fights fit them. Seth didn't want to get ahead of himself but she said that L word, and he'd said it back.

Her response to his warning to leave the iPod alone amused Seth. "That you do, Babe. That you do." He wasn't sure that Leo cared at all about a clean place but it was the truth. Seth rubbed his girlfriend's back and unraveled the digital player. Keeping Margo nestled on one side, he placed an earbud in his ear and gave her the other.

"He spent at least an hour the other day, figurin' out some of my favorite music. ...He's got some stuff my mom used to listen to. Haven't heard it in forever. You'd think centuries later, there would be shit we wouldn't even understand--not him likin' stuff from even before my time."

Over the time Margo had known Seth, they’d taken some interesting types under their care. Seth hadn’t even met the little boys she’d mentored back in Reims, but if she had to compare them to Leo she would say that Leo had the edge when it came to eccentricity. Leo had all sorts of quirks thanks to not being human. That wasn’t to say that Margo minded. She liked the guy and treated him as Seth treated him, sort of like a brother, though the bro-ship part was definitely lacking due to her being a woman. That was one thing she’d let the two of them share.

“Mm. Nostalgia.” Margo smiled at Seth. She liked to hear him talk about pleasant things from his childhood. Margo hadn’t had a pleasant childhood, either, but there had been moments like the ones Seth had with his mother. Her parents had been, for the most part, cold and distant. If she could have a little vicarious happiness by listening to his mother’s favorite tunes, she would eagerly do so. Lifting her earbuds, she was ready to listen to the music.

“Alright. Lay those tunes on me.” She leaned into Seth, not knowing if this would be crooning or dancing music. She’d be ready for either, for sure.

"I don't know. Some good memories. Mom taught me to dance when she was in the kitchen, waitin' on stuff to cook," he rambled while looking through the iPod. Seth stopped at a song but hesitated to play it.

He opted to hold Margo against him than try for a dance. Dancing was his mom's thing that he did with her, and his current girlfriend got him to do on occasion. "She liked this one. The ol' man would make fun of her likin' red, even though she wasn't a ginger. So this was one she'd dance with me in secret to."

Lady in Red started to play and he turned enough to kiss Margo on the head softly.

His old man sounded like an ass, but Margo decided that this wasn’t the best time to bring it up. She sighed as the song started to play. This was one that she’d have to admit to liking, as well. It had such a dreamy melody and was definitely an earworm that stuck with her once she heard it on the radio. If he’d wanted to, she would have danced to this, but just sitting and enjoying the song was also good with Margo.

She turned her face in towards his so their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, her lips fitting against his like one puzzle piece slipping next to another. Her eyelids closed and she let out a quiet, serene hum. This moment paired perfectly with the music. For a second, Margo felt as if she was living a movie.

Her lips curved into a smile, but she kept her mouth close to him, eyelids lifting just to look up at him.

"Mmm... you might give that song a whole new meaning for me," he quipped as Margo ceased the kiss she had initiated. "You do look incredible in red. Well... you look amazing in everything but--" Seth gave a slight shrug as a soft smile lingered on his lips.

The song was fading to an end so Seth looked back down to the iPod and picked another, Patience by Guns N Roses. "This one came out somewhere between the time me and Richie were born. Mom used to sing it when she put us to bed. Almost wonder if it wasn't directed at the old man more than us."

He decided not to sour the memory more than he'd already let on and left out how Ray wouldn't allow the song to play once their mother left.

The smile that had formed on Margo’s face in response to Seth’s compliment faded when he brought up his father again. She touched his cheek with her hand. Maybe they were two smartmouthed peas in a pod with their equally bumpy backgrounds and need for love. Margo let the tender moment run its course and slipped her hand away from his face, wrapping her arm around his shoulder.

“Your mom sounds like a pretty cool lady.” She couldn’t help but be a little jealous, but it wasn’t in a bitter way. Margo was glad that Seth had a nurturing presence in his life for at least part of his childhood.

Margo swayed slightly, letting her head nod and drift from side to side with the music.

He didn't like the sight of her smile fading, even after keeping out what he really wanted to say about his father. It wasn't her fault. Seth kept his arm wrapped around her that didn't hold the iPod and listened silently until Margo spoke.

"I used to think so. Better memories than I have of the man she married and had us with. But she left us behind in the end. Not sure which of them was the better parent. Richie and I were lucky to have Eddie," he concluded and tried not to sound bitter. If asked, Seth would think Margo had it better than he did. At least her parents were around.

She seemed to settle against him and Seth closed his eyes. By the end of the song, he sung a little of it. "...I ain't got time for the game 'cause I need you... Ooh I need you... whoa I need you--" He abruptly stopped and hummed the last of it then stopped the iPod.

"What about you, Babe? What song do you like?"

Her mouth pulled into a big smile as he began to sing. Margo felt like she was getting some kind of rare treat, hearing him crooning like that. It was just a few lines of a song, but she knew he could have made any girl swoon with those few lines. And Margo? Well, she’d fallen for him a long time ago. She sighed a little as the iPod stopped and took it into her own hands to browse for a song she liked that she could treat Seth to.

“Alright, let’s see…” She looked through Leo’s library and finally came to one. “Oh! This one.” With a press of a button, I Shall Believe started to play.

Margo smirked, not taking herself seriously. “Would you laugh at me if I told you certain Sheryl Crow songs just kind of speak to me?”

"Sheryl Crow, Sheryl Crow, Sheryl Crow... " He repeated the name, trying to place the artist among his memory bank. "Is that the chick who did the country song with Kid Rock?" Seth asked but silenced and listened to the song that his girlfriend picked.

From what he could remember, Seth didn't want to remember the song he referred to. He attributed the song which was already depressing to a chapter of his life he had long ago closed and hoped never to reopen. Not when he finally had someone who loved him on equal footing. Who was he kidding? Margo was out of his league but her loyalty never wavered.

"This is a good song. Never heard it before," he commented with a soft and quick kiss. "And for the record, I'll never give up on you Honey."

“Mmhmm.” She affirmed softly, nodding just slightly. Margo didn’t want to think about that song, either. It had never really applied to any of her past relationships. Infidelity wouldn’t have stung with her past flames. She’d never been in deep enough with them. With Seth it was a different story. Her heart was on the line, but she trusted him with it completely.

His words put a smile on her face. Plenty of people had given up on her and it wasn’t as if she could blame them. She was a difficult woman. There was a part of her that believed she was worth it all, that there was some kind of great reward for those who endured the storms. Anyway, she wasn’t about to give up on Seth, either. The feeling was mutual.

She sighed and nuzzled up close to him. “I think the combination of comfort food and good music is going to my head.” Margo smirked. It wasn’t a bad feeling. Not at all.

Her answer received a nod in acknowledgement. He was glad she didn't choose to talk about the song but nestled in closer. Seth pressed stop on the music and set the iPod on the surface behind her, wrapping his arms around her frame. Moving the digital music player had pulled the headphones out of their ears and left them dangling off the table edge.

"You snugglin' is goin' to one of my heads," he joked terribly but didn't move. It felt good to have her in his arms, with or without clothes. "You know, I been meanin' to ask you somethin'. And I won't be mad as long as you tell me the truth. Maybe I won't like it, but I'll get over it. Or maybe I'll even change your mind..."

He was probably driving her nuts, not spitting it out. Seth felt it necessary to give a disclaimer. "...When you said you love me, you're in love with me, right? Not just in the here and now but..." A beat passed as he tried to clear up what he was saying. "What if I wanted to marry you? Maybe have kids who wouldn't be bastards."

Her eyebrows wrinkled as she watched him dance around his question, but managed to summon the patience necessary to wait for him to get to his point. Once he finally asked his question, though, Margo realized why he’d needed the wind-up and the disclaimer. It was one hell of a question. A second or two passed before she’d realized that her jaw had dropped and soon a small smile replaced the stunned expression.

“I’ve thought about it.” She confessed. “One thing that always turned me off to marriage was worrying that things would get boring, but I sincerely doubt that boring is even possible with you.” Margo smirked. It wasn’t just flattery. If their relationship thus far was any indicator of the future, they were in for a wild ride.

“And kids,” Her eyebrows raised. “I am willing to… Give serious thought to kids. I’m just incredibly worried I would fuck them up beyond therapeutic help.” Her mouth twisted into a tiny frown.

“What has you thinking about this?” Margo smiled once again, looking up at him curiously. Sure, they were serious. They were at the point where if a body needed moving each of them knew they could count on the other to help move it.

"Richie used to always say that two negatives make a positive, seems our kids would have the sky as their limit." Because he was far cry for father of the year material. If the woman he loved thought she'd screw up some kids, he'd happily try as long as she stuck around to try.

Margo wasn't wrong that being together wouldn't be boring. Boring and Margo didn't fit in a sentence, no matter how he tried to think about it. There was a glint of elation at hearing the confession she mentioned. "We can stick to practicin' for a while on the baby makin' front," he teased lightly with a wink.

"I just wanted to know if you love me like that. Enough to think about all that stuff. Or maybe just for right now." The latter was said barely above a whisper, almost timid with how he normally spoke yet Seth didn't stop looking into her eyes. He would've kissed her if hearing her reply wasn't so important to him.

She couldn’t help but chuckle at that and shortly after nod in agreement. Their kids would probably turn out a hundred times more well-adjusted than Margo or Seth. It was basic math, right? How could they not? Besides, even if the two of them were ill-prepared, she knew they both meant well and that was more than a lot of the parents out there in the world could say.

“I think some more practice would do us good,” she said with a laugh. Margo wasn’t ready for kids. She wasn’t petrified of the thought of raising kids with Seth in the future, though, and that was a testament to how far they had come as a couple. Maybe the two of them really were meant to last.

Her smile softened a touch at his last words and she leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips, a light touch lasting only a couple of seconds before she pulled away to speak in a soft voice. “Baby, it’s you and me forever. I’m always going to love you whether you like it or not.” There was a playful gleam in her eyes and her smile became more of a smirk. Margo meant every word she said.

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