"What was what for?" Vala turned to him, concern and confusion plastered all over her innocent lying face. "Are you all right Daniel? What's happened?"
Trust him to instinctively blame her, she thought. Still, he hadn't exactly ruined this, she could still worm her way out. And not with too much difficulty either. "Is it your foot?" she asked, glancing down towards both his feet and the heavy napkin dispenser. Okay, so maybe that conclusion was a little too convenient, but he had jerked it out of the way and consequently all his weight was on the other. It wasn't that much of a stretch.
It was then that Vala spied the 'culprit'. "I think you'll find it was," she bent down and re-emerged from under the counter to plonk the metal box on the counter with a seriously pissed look on her face, "THIS!"
Vala glared at the boy. "That could have broken my husband's foot!" The husband part hadn't really been planned, it just came out. Oh well it gave her annoyance more credibility. She'd deal with Daniel's reaction to that later, but for now she just winked at him over her shoulder, hopefully encompassing the whole Trust me, I've got this. Just keep quiet sentiment in one tiny aside.
"Why isn't that thing secured?" She picked it up and dropped it on the counter again for emphasis with a heavy thud. She didn't wait for a response from the bumbling apologetic kid, other than a couple of stuttered 'I'm sorry's. Vala grabbed the tray and finished with an indignant "You're lucky I'm not taking this further. But I do expect this to be on the house at the very least!"
Before she stormed off in her affronted whirl of a hurricaine that left behind a wake of 'what the hell just happened?', Vala grabbed two Gingerbread mummies as an afterthought. "...and these too!"
no subject
Trust him to instinctively blame her, she thought. Still, he hadn't exactly ruined this, she could still worm her way out. And not with too much difficulty either. "Is it your foot?" she asked, glancing down towards both his feet and the heavy napkin dispenser. Okay, so maybe that conclusion was a little too convenient, but he had jerked it out of the way and consequently all his weight was on the other. It wasn't that much of a stretch.
It was then that Vala spied the 'culprit'. "I think you'll find it was," she bent down and re-emerged from under the counter to plonk the metal box on the counter with a seriously pissed look on her face, "THIS!"
Vala glared at the boy. "That could have broken my husband's foot!" The husband part hadn't really been planned, it just came out. Oh well it gave her annoyance more credibility. She'd deal with Daniel's reaction to that later, but for now she just winked at him over her shoulder, hopefully encompassing the whole Trust me, I've got this. Just keep quiet sentiment in one tiny aside.
"Why isn't that thing secured?" She picked it up and dropped it on the counter again for emphasis with a heavy thud. She didn't wait for a response from the bumbling apologetic kid, other than a couple of stuttered 'I'm sorry's. Vala grabbed the tray and finished with an indignant "You're lucky I'm not taking this further. But I do expect this to be on the house at the very least!"
Before she stormed off in her affronted whirl of a hurricaine that left behind a wake of 'what the hell just happened?', Vala grabbed two Gingerbread mummies as an afterthought. "...and these too!"