[ He pulls the casserole from the oven, setting it on the counter. Clouds of smoke billow out. ]
It'll be a bit, er, crispy. I'll just let that cool.
[ Grell has had more than one run-in with the smoke alarm, so he's quick to run out into the living room, stretching across the sofa (where William is sitting) to open a window. He is, of course, flashing William again as he does so - but he seems unconscious of this. As he draws back from the window, he kisses the side of William's forehead; it's an intimate gesture, not a come-on. ]
Sorry, sweetie. It's the thought that counts, you know?
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[ He pulls the casserole from the oven, setting it on the counter. Clouds of smoke billow out. ]
It'll be a bit, er, crispy. I'll just let that cool.
[ Grell has had more than one run-in with the smoke alarm, so he's quick to run out into the living room, stretching across the sofa (where William is sitting) to open a window. He is, of course, flashing William again as he does so - but he seems unconscious of this. As he draws back from the window, he kisses the side of William's forehead; it's an intimate gesture, not a come-on. ]
Sorry, sweetie. It's the thought that counts, you know?