If she could have read Crowley's mind, Zatanna would have had a giggle fit right about then. The trivots weren't a calculated move; it hardly seemed like the sort of thing that would impress a demon who could pull the same trick, sans backward-speak, and she rarely thought about her power in those terms anyway. She just needed something to protect the table.
"Oooh. Good looks and good taste. I could get used to having you around," she laughed. "Have a seat, we'll just be another minute."
She passed John just inside the kitchen door. "Flirt," he deadpanned as he elbowed the door open on his way out.
"Smartass," she shot back affectionately, then put the garlic bread in a basket and brought that and the salad out to the table.
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Date: 2006-11-09 05:04 am (UTC)"Oooh. Good looks and good taste. I could get used to having you around," she laughed. "Have a seat, we'll just be another minute."
She passed John just inside the kitchen door. "Flirt," he deadpanned as he elbowed the door open on his way out.
"Smartass," she shot back affectionately, then put the garlic bread in a basket and brought that and the salad out to the table.