She smiles, letting him pull her hand close for an answer. It's as good as a yes, a gesture sweeter than she might have expected from Daryl, and it's enough so that she's about to stand up and make good on the offer to kiss him again.
And just as her hand drops again - there comes thunder, as six feet pound down the stairs like all three of these kids were born in a barn. (A barn'd probably have been a step up, at least in Judith's case.) "Mom!" Hershel's calling, and "Aunt Maggie!" from Judith simultaneously. RJ's quiet, following along behind them.
Maggie straightens up a little, picking up her cup like that's the entire reason her hand's up there in the first place.
"Can Jude and RJ sleep over? Please?"
"Didn't they sleep over last week?" she asks, as easily as if they'd been discussing the weather down here the whole evening. It's a relief to realize she still knows how to sneak around when she needs to, because this is nowhere even close to 'Hershel needs to know' territory yet.
"Yeah, but that was a week ago."
"Maybe," and this, she doesn't dare look away toward Daryl as she says it, "you should ask if you can sleep over with them. If y'all get permission, you can, but we're not having anyone extra over here tonight."
That, apparently, is all the encouragement the three of them need; they're tearing away again, this time toward the door in search of permission, and Maggie's draining her glass of wine in a single go.
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And just as her hand drops again - there comes thunder, as six feet pound down the stairs like all three of these kids were born in a barn. (A barn'd probably have been a step up, at least in Judith's case.) "Mom!" Hershel's calling, and "Aunt Maggie!" from Judith simultaneously. RJ's quiet, following along behind them.
Maggie straightens up a little, picking up her cup like that's the entire reason her hand's up there in the first place.
"Can Jude and RJ sleep over? Please?"
"Didn't they sleep over last week?" she asks, as easily as if they'd been discussing the weather down here the whole evening. It's a relief to realize she still knows how to sneak around when she needs to, because this is nowhere even close to 'Hershel needs to know' territory yet.
"Yeah, but that was a week ago."
"Maybe," and this, she doesn't dare look away toward Daryl as she says it, "you should ask if you can sleep over with them. If y'all get permission, you can, but we're not having anyone extra over here tonight."
That, apparently, is all the encouragement the three of them need; they're tearing away again, this time toward the door in search of permission, and Maggie's draining her glass of wine in a single go.