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Autumn Meme

THE AUTUMN MEME

It's that time of year again; Autumn.
Whether it's raking the leaves or running to Starbucks for a Pumpkin Spice Latte,

the season is back upon us and it's time to enjoy it before winter comes.

Scenarios:
Look at all the pretty colors - Maybe you just feel like strolling down the street and looking at all the leaves turning colors. Maybe you're shopping for something to fit in with the autumn theme. Or you could be setting up an easel to try to capture how the trees look like they're on fire. Just enjoy the turning shades.

I didn't agree to be in this movie -Yes, it's that time again, fog time. It can be creepy or beautiful or both and guess what? You're trapped in it. Are you alone? Are you at home looking out the windows, or stuck somewhere waiting for it to clear so you can drive? Maybe you're walking home late at night and the fog is as creepy as hell and was that the sound of someone sharpening an axe?

Something to warm the cockles - Coffee house prompt. You want your pumpkin spice latte and you want it now. Or maybe you want extra nutmeg. Or maybe someone made a pumpkin cheesecake and you want the line to move faster before someone gets the last piece. You're in a coffee house and there's coffee. Have fun with that.

I just raked that - Yes, it's lawncare time. You've been ordered to clean up your yard and make nice efficient piles. Or maybe you're strolling down the street and you happen to see a nice pile just begging you to jump in. Or push your friend. Or maybe someone's dog or cat is hiding in one and is ready to jump out and scare the crap out of you. Only one way to find out.

But it's only so many days until Halloween - Oh. You're one of those. The ones that love Halloween and start setting things up as soon as there's a slight briskness to the air. Well, time to go shopping. Or maybe you need to start setting up the decorations in the window. Or the yard. Or buying candy to appease the inevitable hordes. Halloween comes but once a year, so get ready for it while you can.

Wildcard - There are plenty of autumn activities to do. Make some up on your own, be it strolling with a friend or curling up with someone special and enjoying something sweet

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Oh, come on. It's homemade sauce. It's going to be delicious. But if you're concerned, you can just make it for me again sometime.

[She followed him into the kitchen with the pie and put it on a counter away from anything it looked like he was currently working on.]

And wine is great. I can open the bottle, if you haven't yet.

I think I'll have to. Just so you get the full experience.

[He gave her a wink as he moved to the oven to get the bread out.]

If you wouldn't mind? It's in that cupboard. Apparently reds need to 'breathe'.

[The way he said that implied exactly what he thought about that. Weird pretentious wine drinkers.]

I hope you like garlic bread.

[Also homemade. The only thing that wasn't was the pasta itself, but that was just because he'd never mastered that.]

I don't mind at all. Let's let the wine 'breathe.'

[Carol thought the same. Who had time to be a pretentious wine drinker? She grabbed the opener from the cupboard and went to open the wine bottle.]

I love garlic bread. Honestly, I love garlic bread like, five times more than wine. So I hope you made a lot.

[When in doubt, give the woman food. It will win her over. Especially when it's homemade. And/or pasta. And the bread smelled amazing.]

I made a full french loaf.

[Shown as he pulled out the tray with the long loaf, split in half and with garlic and butter baked into the top of it. The scent filled the kitchen as soon as he'd opened the oven and his stomach rumbled.]

I, ah, made a lot of everything. We both seem to have hearty appetites.

Oh my God. You're a wonderful man, Steve Rogers.

[She grins at him and then nods to the wine.]

Where do you keep your glasses? Maybe pouring it will help it breathe? Or something.

[He grinned, nodding at the cupboard beside the other one before he started to stir the simmering sauce. It was thick and had meat laced through it as well as large meatballs.]

There. They're just, ah, glasses. I didn't even think about getting wine ones. Sorry.

[Carol shrugged her shoulders and grabbed two and then two more glasses from the cupboard. She figured that they should have water along with their meals. But two she carried over to the wine and poured a little in each.]

Not a problem. It'll definitely help it breathe.

[Carol did not know that, she was just assuming. She carried the glasses of wine over to the table and then went to get ice and water into the others.]

Everything smells really good.

Glad you like it.

[Now the pasta needed to be taken off and drained, then mixed with a little bit of olive oil to keep from sticking...]

I'll let you come make your own. Ladies first.

[He went to another cupboard, pulling down two large plates, then two smaller plates for the bread, digging around in a drawer afterward for utensils.]

{Carol set down the glasses of water at the table before going to the stove to put her plate together.]

Thank you. That's very gentlemanly of you.

[Carol loaded up her plate with the pasta and then the sauce and meatballs. The amount of food would cause a normal person to judge. Thankfully, Steve would probably have a similarly giant plate.]

Could we just bring the bread to the table?

[No judging here, Carol. He'd made a lot because he knew they both ate a lot and it was nice to sit down and have a meal without someone giving him that sideways look of 'you're going to eat all that?' A nod as he went to grab a cutting board to slide the bread onto.]

I think I can pull that off.

[To the table it went, and then after she was done, he went to make his own plate.]

[Carol took her own plate over to the table and then went back to collect the smaller plates. The food smelled great, and she was hungry, but she was still a little nervous about the talk.

She looked over the table and there was only one thing missing.]

Uh, silverware? Where do you keep that?

Got it.

[He held up a hand with two knives and forks, moving to bring his plate and the cutlery over to the table, setting hers on her end before waiting for her to sit first.]

Thank you.

[Carol took her seat and then picked up her knife and fork.]

This is very impressive, Steve. Thanks for making dinner.

[And since she is very hungry, she's just going to dig right in.]

Thanks for coming.

[And then he dug in too. The next bit was going to just be the sounds of two hungry people sating their need.]

More than happy to.

[And she didn't mind having some time to fill her stomach before having their talk. Carol had no idea how to start a talk like this. She never had one before. Previous relationships either never got that far or it was just an assumed thing.

Regardless of what happens, she is going to leave with a stomach full of garlic bread.]

[She was ahead of him, since his last talk about relationships had been to cancel a dance date. But they ate in a companionable if slightly strained silence, Steve finishing and pushing his plate away, reaching for his glass of wine and taking a sip. He really, really wished he could at least get buzzed for this.]

[Carol glanced up from her plate where she still had about half of her spaghetti and meatballs left. Though in Steve's defense, she took a lot of breaks for garlic bread.]

You know, I thought we were supposed to have this talk over dinner.

Hard to talk with your mouth full.

[He gestured for her to keep eating.]

We can always talk over the dinner table. That counts.

Fair enough.

[Carol continues eating, but picks up the pace a little.]

Honestly, I am not even sure how we start a talk like this.

I would have thought that was pretty obvious. 'Do you or do you not want to start dating'?

[Carol let out a laugh and had to put a hand over her mouth as she finished her mouthful.]

You should've asked that back at the door. But yes. I would like to start dating. Would you?

I think so, yeah. But here comes the tricky part -- do you want to start dating each other.

[Carol reached across the table to give his arm a playful poke.]

Yes, I want to date you. Why else would I come over with a pie?

[He gave her a cheeky grin, followed by a shrug.]

Maybe to let me down easy? Hope the sugar could console me when you wouldn't?

Then I definitely would've done that by the door. I would've felt bad making you do all this for me.

[She takes another bite before following it up with:]

Does that mean you want to date me?

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