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gracie_musicaTitle: In Which Mrs. Gandor Shows Who's Really In Charge Of The Family
Date Written: 12/25/10
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 399
Fandom: Baccano!
Disclaimer: Not mine, property of their respective owners
Characters/Pairings: Keith/Katie, Berga, Luck, Claire
Spoilers: Various backstories and Drugs and Dominos.
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: One: I love writing Baccano! fanfic because I can make up long, ridiculous titles. Two: Written for the Baccano Request Meme back in December. Three: Uh... remember me, flist? Used to write fanfic, like, a lot? I think I'm back.
"What do you mean you don't put up a tree for Christmas?"
The three Gandor brothers shifted a little guiltily in their seats, shifty-eyed. "It's not exactly all that high up on our list of things to do, Katie," Luck finally admitted.
Across the table, Luck's new sister-in-law wagged a playful finger. "But no Christmas tree? That's shameful."
"I've been telling them that for years," Claire chimed in oh-so-helpfully. Over Berga's growl to shut it, Claire, he added, "Dinner is delicious, by the way, Mrs. Gandor."
A faint flush graced the bridge of Katie's nose, both at the compliment and at the title. "Thank you."
"Any chance of seconds?" Claire folded his hands together, miming a beg.
Luck marveled as Katie reached across the table, elegant pianist's hands grasping the empty plate. She may be Keith's wife, but somehow Claire had completely charmed her. Although to be fair, they all put up with his... eccentricities.
She was, however, the only one who found the god complex adorable.
"Tomorrow we're all going down to a lot and picking out a tree," she announced, rising from her seat. "We'll do it in the evening, so try to keep that open."
Berga sputtered and almost knocked over his wineglass. "What?"
Katie paused and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "If we put it off until next week, all the good ones will be taken," she said, matter-of-fact tone brooking no argument.
"That's very sensible."
"Shut the hell UP, Claire!"
"We could invite Firo along as well," she added, thinking out loud as she went to the kitchen for another plate for Claire. "I mean, he's practically another Gandor brother. Do the Martillos do something special for Christmas, or will he be joining us?"
Berga glared accusingly across the table at Keith. "Christmas trees," he spat.
Keith merely shrugged and continued eating.
"You know what they say," the redhead said, idly spinning his dinner knife in his fingers. "Happy wife, happy life," he quipped with a smile.
The tiniest of tiny, happy smiles tugging at the corners of Keith's scowl.
A flash of silver as the dull blade caught the light. The grin turned manic, egotistical. "You're welcome for her, by the way."
Berga growled and smacked the table, making the place settings jump.
"Could you bring out the rest of the wine as well, please?" Luck called towards the kitchen.
Date Written: 12/25/10
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 399
Fandom: Baccano!
Disclaimer: Not mine, property of their respective owners
Characters/Pairings: Keith/Katie, Berga, Luck, Claire
Spoilers: Various backstories and Drugs and Dominos.
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: One: I love writing Baccano! fanfic because I can make up long, ridiculous titles. Two: Written for the Baccano Request Meme back in December. Three: Uh... remember me, flist? Used to write fanfic, like, a lot? I think I'm back.
"What do you mean you don't put up a tree for Christmas?"
The three Gandor brothers shifted a little guiltily in their seats, shifty-eyed. "It's not exactly all that high up on our list of things to do, Katie," Luck finally admitted.
Across the table, Luck's new sister-in-law wagged a playful finger. "But no Christmas tree? That's shameful."
"I've been telling them that for years," Claire chimed in oh-so-helpfully. Over Berga's growl to shut it, Claire, he added, "Dinner is delicious, by the way, Mrs. Gandor."
A faint flush graced the bridge of Katie's nose, both at the compliment and at the title. "Thank you."
"Any chance of seconds?" Claire folded his hands together, miming a beg.
Luck marveled as Katie reached across the table, elegant pianist's hands grasping the empty plate. She may be Keith's wife, but somehow Claire had completely charmed her. Although to be fair, they all put up with his... eccentricities.
She was, however, the only one who found the god complex adorable.
"Tomorrow we're all going down to a lot and picking out a tree," she announced, rising from her seat. "We'll do it in the evening, so try to keep that open."
Berga sputtered and almost knocked over his wineglass. "What?"
Katie paused and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "If we put it off until next week, all the good ones will be taken," she said, matter-of-fact tone brooking no argument.
"That's very sensible."
"Shut the hell UP, Claire!"
"We could invite Firo along as well," she added, thinking out loud as she went to the kitchen for another plate for Claire. "I mean, he's practically another Gandor brother. Do the Martillos do something special for Christmas, or will he be joining us?"
Berga glared accusingly across the table at Keith. "Christmas trees," he spat.
Keith merely shrugged and continued eating.
"You know what they say," the redhead said, idly spinning his dinner knife in his fingers. "Happy wife, happy life," he quipped with a smile.
The tiniest of tiny, happy smiles tugging at the corners of Keith's scowl.
A flash of silver as the dull blade caught the light. The grin turned manic, egotistical. "You're welcome for her, by the way."
Berga growled and smacked the table, making the place settings jump.
"Could you bring out the rest of the wine as well, please?" Luck called towards the kitchen.
