Blue grins at Kat's nonchalant tease, and nods, smiling. "Perfect! I'll bring blankets. And -- oh, you know what, I've got that little space heater under my desk." It's one of those things that isn't technically against the lease, although it sort of pushes it: anyway, she'd grown up learning fire safety about those sort of things, keeping the thermostat at 65 through even the couple of freezes they got every winter. She gets cold easily, and it's been a godsend on snowy evenings when she has to come straight home from the cafe and get on homework.
"Here, mind the last minutes of this and I'll set up up there?" she asks, and heads to the bedroom to grab the space heater. She grabs a tote bag to stuff a couple of blankets and a few candles in; it gives her a chance to hide Kat's present in it too and stack little speakers on top. Last minute, Blue swings back around to grab silverware so all Kat has to carry is the two bowls of pasta and salad, and a couple of plates, unless she wants to bring something else.
She leans over the top of the totebag to give Kat a quick kiss. "Meet me up there in a few minutes."
And because pasta only needs seven or eight minutes to boil, she makes quick work of it once she gets to the top and up the few short stairs to the roof. There's an odd delightfulness to the nerve-y arrangement of it all, finding a good view that's near enough an outlet for the space heater to do something, spreading out one blanket and piling up the others, hooking up the speakers to her phone to turn on a playlist, and last minute arranging a couple of candles and trying to arrange them with some kind of art.
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"Here, mind the last minutes of this and I'll set up up there?" she asks, and heads to the bedroom to grab the space heater. She grabs a tote bag to stuff a couple of blankets and a few candles in; it gives her a chance to hide Kat's present in it too and stack little speakers on top. Last minute, Blue swings back around to grab silverware so all Kat has to carry is the two bowls of pasta and salad, and a couple of plates, unless she wants to bring something else.
She leans over the top of the totebag to give Kat a quick kiss. "Meet me up there in a few minutes."
And because pasta only needs seven or eight minutes to boil, she makes quick work of it once she gets to the top and up the few short stairs to the roof. There's an odd delightfulness to the nerve-y arrangement of it all, finding a good view that's near enough an outlet for the space heater to do something, spreading out one blanket and piling up the others, hooking up the speakers to her phone to turn on a playlist, and last minute arranging a couple of candles and trying to arrange them with some kind of art.