PHOEBE
She blinked in confusion, trying to figure out what he might mean as wide brown eyes slid over to the medicine cabinets. "Ohhh." she said, pondering for a moment more. "You mean like making a tranquilizer? I suppose I could make something like that, though I've never tried." she said. She was too good hearted and innocent of mind to think of something less complicated like a poison that would do permanent damage.Again he stares at her with that smoldering gaze and her whole face alights with a crimson shade. It makes her feel tiny and vulnerable in a way she isn't used to...not in a bad way just different. "I suppose not." she said with a little shrug, unsure how to respond other than that really. And as he leaned forward, still staring at her with that steely gaze, her heart began to race. She smiled brightly, still blushing as she did so when he said his favorite was indeed lemon. "Wonderful! Let me get you a slice then." she said. Phoebe stood and took both their empty plates to the sink, returning with a slice of bright yellow cake with an almost blueberry pie like sauce on top.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
