About lemony taste

[Эльза.]

That awkward moment when you are eating lemon ice-cream and remember suddenly that there was the word "lemony" somewhere in Administration and can't eat it because you're too busy trying to remember where.

хотела бы я быть миссис хадсон, это все-таки были Роб и Сара

Lemony, indeed.

Rob returned a few minutes later, with a mug of herbal tea. "I'm not entirely sure what it is—most of the label on the jar is in some exotic alphabet, but it smells okay."

She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Is it safe, do you think?"

He grinned. "I'll test it for you." He took a sip. "Seems to be. At least it's not instantly fatal. Tastes good. Lemony."

"Okay, I'll trust you."

He crouched by the sofa and offered her the mug. Instead of taking it, she wrapped her hands over his and leaned forwards as if to take a sip. She pulled gently on his hands, bringing him in closer. She couldn't have offered a much broader hint and, finally, he took it, leaning over their joined hands and kissing her.

Lemony, indeed.

Comments

[хотела бы я быть миссис хадсон]

Всё равно я настаиваю, что тут должен быть Уоррик!!

[Эльза.]

хотела бы я быть миссис хадсон, yes, in my head it's totally Warrick.