PEPPERMINT KISSES ━ tim drake [✔]

ix | peppermint kisses

ix | peppermint kisses

bold - rita hotch
italics - tim drake

[EXT. Rooftop in Gotham, 12:30 AM; February 5th]

"How good are you with computers?"

"Uh, pretty good?"

"Good. Help. The thing's dead and doesn't want to start up."

"Did you charge it?"

"Of course I did! It has 100 percent, unless my charger's dead. If it's dead, I'm dead. My project was on it!"

"It's not dead. I'll check it out at the Cave later, if you don't mind?"

"Sure, do what you need. Throw it away for all I care! I just care about the project."

"The Cosmology one?"

"Yeah, the one you were supposed to help me with."

"Uh. Sorry?"

"You owe me something."

"How about a laptop fixing?"

"No, you're doing that because you're a good friend. I want a pack of Skittles and some peach iced tea."

"Sure thing, Madam. Anything else?"

"Don't start getting sarcastic with me now, Timmy. Oh, stop panicking, you told me your name yesterday!"

"I... forgot."

"A boy genius, you are."

"I've got bad short-term memory, sue me. I know what someone said to me fifteen years ago, but I don't know what I ate today. Did I even eat?"

"Do you want something to eat?"

"No, no. I ate something. Must have."

"Uh-huh. Wait here, I've got leftover pizza."

"You don't have to."

"It's what friends are for, Red!"

"Where'd you get this stuff? It's amazing."

"The place at the corner of Crowne and Drake. I think it's called Otto's or something."

"It's really good."

"I know, right? The best pizza in Gotham."

"Definitely."

"Hey, Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad I met you."

"I'm glad I met you, too, Marguerite."

"Hey, did you know that pizza Margherita got it's name after the queen of Italy?"

"Really? That's cool. It sounds like your name."

"It basically is, but the Italian version. Mine's French."

"Are you French?"

"Half - my maman is. She's from Annecy."

"Where's that?"

"France."

"You think you're hilarious."

"It's in the Alps and people call it Venice of the Alps. I've been there few times and it's actually beautiful."

"Sounds like it. I've been in Switzerland in the Alps and they're beautiful. I've only been to Paris in France, thought."

"Wow, you poor thing."

"Don't get all sarcastic on me now, chère."

"Comme si tu savais ce que c'est que le sarcasme, mon chou.*" 

"I do know, actually. And did you just call me a cabbage?"

"My cabbage."

"I... Why?"

"You're a cabbage."

"Huh. Interesting. Do you speak a lot of French?"

"Somewhat. I'm alright at it and I understand it, but I have trouble writing and forming complicated sentences. You speak it?"

"Yes. My parents thought it'd be good for me to know a foreign language and I chose the one with the most silent letters."

"Ah, yes, the most merveilleuse."

"Un jour je te dirai qui je suis.**"

"I sure hope so, petit oiseau."

*comme si tu savais ce que c'est que le sarcasme, mon chou
    ↳ as if you knew what sarcasm is, my cabbage (mon chou is a form of endearment in french, according to a web-page I visited)

**un jour je te dirai qui je suis
       ↳ one day I'll tell you who I am