"Come now Callie. Doing the dishes will not kill me." He looked to her a mischievious grin spreading across his face. "However, I would not object to help." He scooped up some bubbles and blew them into her face. "I do tend to make more mess than I clean after all," he winked, snickering softly.

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Her mouth formed a perfect 'o' as she stared at him, then sent a hefty splash in his direction. "If you insist!" she laughed at how wet he was.

Thoril laughed heartily. "I believe I do insist," he said as he splashed her back. He shook his head, laughing hysterically. "Could do with a clean up yourself love," he teased, splashing her again for kicks.

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She grabbed a small bucket, filled it with water, then dumped it over his head, covering her mouth as she laughed more. "You need it twice as much!"

Thoril gasped sharply as she did this. "Oh you so did not just do that." He stepped back from the sink and closer to Callie. "You are going to wish you never did that my love." He sneered at her menacingly before catching her in his arms. His fingers tickled her while he kissed the side of her neck lightly, chuckling softly.

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She squeaked, then was bent over in helpless laughter, "Uncle! Thoril! I call uncle!" she gasped out as she giggled, trying to grab at his hands.

Thoril snickered softly as he pulled her upright. His hands stopped tickling, but they held her close to him. He nuzzled his head against hers, resting upon her shoulder. "Giving in already?" He asked, raising his brow menacingly. "And just what was your uncle going to do hmm?" he smirked.

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"Imp!" she said and poked his nose with a grin. "He would have come in and hog tied you so I could tickle YOU mercilessly!" she laughed and pecked his wet cheek, then wrinkled her nose. "You taste like soap."

"I would like to see him try," he chuckled faintly and laughed at her reaction. "Well I shall need to sort that. What would you rather I tasted of?" Thoril snickered faintly as he wiped the soap from his face and finished cleaning the dishes.

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Callie poked his arm, laughing as she got the mop and cleaned up their mess. "Honey would be good..." she said thoughtfully, chuckling.

Thoril's body trembled with laughter. "I shall keep that in mind," he said as he dried the dishes and put them away. Once their chores were done, Thoril turned to face Callie, leaning against the counter seductively. "What shall we do with our time now?" He asked innocently. "Shall we take a stroll into town? Go for a drink? Perhaps start making plans on this marvelous wedding I hope to throw you?"

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She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, giggling. "All of the above?" she laughed, then thought a minute. "Exactly what are you planning for this wedding?" she eyed him.

"Oh now that would be telling," he smiled faintly. "I think we should maybe change first, don't you?" He tugged at his wet clothing. He looked to her and leaned in slightly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Although I must say, you look absolutely perfect." He said with a smile.

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She smiled and blushed. "Don't tell stories." she whispered and kissed his nose before giving him an extremely sopping wet hug and dashing up the stairs. She picked out a long sleeve, light blue dress that was fitted, but flowed around her easily. She quickly ran a brush through her hair then went down to the sofa to sit and wait for him.

Thoril walked up to his room and picked out a white shirt and a pair of fitted black trousers. Once changed he peered at his appearance in the mirror, scrutinising his hair in particular. He raised his hand to it and ruffled it. He did like the messy, yet sophisticated look. He hoped Callie did to. On his way out the room he grabbed his new favourite coat and slipped it on while he was walking down the stairs. He did some of the buttons, but otherwise left it loose. "My lady?" He said, peeking round the door to the living room.

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She stood and turned, grinning when she saw him. "Hello, stranger." she grabbed her white shawl and draped it over her shoulders. It would be chilly. Her grin widened when she took in his appearance. "You look handsome." she said and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him.