Victor had been gone longer than she expected. But this was one of those times when having an ereader and keeping it stocked was the best thing ever — she just curled up, wrapped in a towel, and started a new book. So when he finally /did/ get back, the knock on the door nearly startled her back out of the chair. Why didn’t he let himself in? He had the key.
Summer untangled herself from the chair and the towel, wrapping it back around and calling, “Just a minute!” Maybe it was something else. Combat in a towel. Yeah, great. But no, the peephole proved it was Victor, and she opened the door, raising her eyebrows at him. “What took you so long?”
Victor gave her a big smile and shuffled inside the room. Awkwardly, he handed her the bag he’d gotten from the clothes store. “Hope you enjoyed your shower love, an’ I’m sorry it took so long, I couldn’t decide but eventually I did.” He gestured to the bag that was now in her hands with his head and then continued on to the small table in the room to set down their food. “I found a Chinese place an’ got you some sweet an’ sour, like you asked, darling,” Victor turned to her and smirked. “Well? Aren’t you gonna see what I got you?”
Mildly, she asked, “What did you buy?” It was an absurd question; she held the bag. Basic plastic, with the slight weight of clothing pooled in the bottom. Even before she lifted it out, she was sighing, half-pleased, half-bemused, “Oh, Victor.” Then the red fabric unfolded from her grip, and she just blinked.
Blink turned into pleased laughter. “Took me seriously, did you? Thank you very much, Victor darling.” She wasted no time putting it on, letting the towel uncoil from her body while she tugged the red silk over her head, shaking a little to get it settled. Without pausing for admiration, she began to scrabble around in the bag of food, muttering “Chopsticks, chopsticks.”
“Well I didn’t know what else you’d like so I played it safe.” He sat down and handed her a pair of chopsticks before picking up some for himself as well. Victor took a moment to admire her in the outfit even if she was too hungry to do so herself at the moment. The nightgown really did look marvelous on her. He couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his lips while he began working on his broccoli and beef. “Do you like the nightgown? It fits alright?” Victor asked more out of courtesy than anything else, seeing that it fit her well but wanting to make sure she liked it.
She whacked him on the knuckles with the chopsticks. “I said thank you, that kinda means I like it.” She put a piece of chicken in her mouth and made the “too hot” face, eyes watering. Opening her mouth wide, she fanned, sucking air in through the sides. When she finally recovered, she wiped at her eyes and asked, “Did you get anything for yourself?”