[ karen's just! a very easy topic to fall back to. and she always was. nancy still isn't totally sure of exactly how much her mom knew about steve's parents - besides the vague things that she told her herself, and whatever non-personal reputation the harrington name had in hawkins - but because karen is karen, they sort of... bypassed any potentially awkward scenarios on the subject. maybe it was some kind of mother's intuition, but she learned to skip the parent related questions fairly early on. she didn't fuss over him the same way she could fuss over mike's friends at times, but she really nailed those not-so-little thoughtful gestures during the time steve and nancy were dating, yeah. so. karen wheeler is a comfortable topic because she made herself a comfortable topic, and nancy's not above falling back on that when necessary. go, mom, go.
although it's actually not all that necessary, she's realizing fairly quickly, because even fully acknowledging the fact that this is sort of... uncharted territory for them, it doesn't feel weird. or wrong. not even moderately iffy. and it's very possible that the literal earth-shattering event that happened just a few weeks ago ( along with everything that lead up to it ) is the reason why this doesn't seem like the hugest deal, now that it's actually happening, but. like. she's pretty sure narrowly dodging the immediate end of the world wouldn't cancel out a truly bad feeling, if they were actually... doing something. bad. right? yeah. it's just-!
it actually feels a lot more normal than she ever would have expected it to. down to the fact that steve still has the best/worst timing of saying something like none of that shit on my watch. i'm like a garbage disposal, right after nancy takes a giant sip of gatorade to wash down those pills. she doesn't choke, by her eyes do widen as she presses the back of her hand to her mouth, huffing a laugh once she knows there's no chance she's about to burp or anything totally embarrassing. ]
Oh, yeah. I'm sure all she's thinking about right now is how grateful she is for every square inch of saran wrap that was saved from being used today, thanks to you. [ said with a nod and a quiet reverence to her tone, one that is... completely undermined by the way the corners of her mouth are quirked up. she turns to settle back against the couch properly again, a very lazy slouch taking the place of her usual perfect posture. she's becoming one with the couch, because couches don't get hangovers. and if steve happens to catch the small gasp( ! the quick inhale through her nose kind ) before she reaches to pick up one of her slices of sugary toast off the plate she left on the couch beside her- no, he didn't. she definitely didn't forget it was there and get excited all over again once she rediscovered it. nope. she'll take full ownership over the happy hum she makes after her second bite, though. especially because she follows it up with a third pretty quickly. obviously her stomach's decided to cooperate now. praise be. ]
Mm! mmwait, y'know what? [ she tilts her head to nearly a full 90 degrees before just taking it upon herself to turn steve's hand that way, so she can read his watch. and apparently she's happy with the time, because she gives the heel of his hand a squeeze then scoots to the edge of the couch just so she can reach the remote from where it's sitting on the coffee table in front of them. ] Alvin's on. [ there's really no shame in this particular guilty pleasure, not when steve was around when she first discovered it, and she's quick to turn on the tv and punch in the right channel, like maybe there's no takebacksies if it's already on the screen before he can protest. ]
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although it's actually not all that necessary, she's realizing fairly quickly, because even fully acknowledging the fact that this is sort of... uncharted territory for them, it doesn't feel weird. or wrong. not even moderately iffy. and it's very possible that the literal earth-shattering event that happened just a few weeks ago ( along with everything that lead up to it ) is the reason why this doesn't seem like the hugest deal, now that it's actually happening, but. like. she's pretty sure narrowly dodging the immediate end of the world wouldn't cancel out a truly bad feeling, if they were actually... doing something. bad. right? yeah. it's just-!
it actually feels a lot more normal than she ever would have expected it to. down to the fact that steve still has the best/worst timing of saying something like none of that shit on my watch. i'm like a garbage disposal, right after nancy takes a giant sip of gatorade to wash down those pills. she doesn't choke, by her eyes do widen as she presses the back of her hand to her mouth, huffing a laugh once she knows there's no chance she's about to burp or anything totally embarrassing. ]
Oh, yeah. I'm sure all she's thinking about right now is how grateful she is for every square inch of saran wrap that was saved from being used today, thanks to you. [ said with a nod and a quiet reverence to her tone, one that is... completely undermined by the way the corners of her mouth are quirked up. she turns to settle back against the couch properly again, a very lazy slouch taking the place of her usual perfect posture. she's becoming one with the couch, because couches don't get hangovers. and if steve happens to catch the small gasp( ! the quick inhale through her nose kind ) before she reaches to pick up one of her slices of sugary toast off the plate she left on the couch beside her- no, he didn't. she definitely didn't forget it was there and get excited all over again once she rediscovered it. nope. she'll take full ownership over the happy hum she makes after her second bite, though. especially because she follows it up with a third pretty quickly. obviously her stomach's decided to cooperate now. praise be. ]
Mm! mmwait, y'know what? [ she tilts her head to nearly a full 90 degrees before just taking it upon herself to turn steve's hand that way, so she can read his watch. and apparently she's happy with the time, because she gives the heel of his hand a squeeze then scoots to the edge of the couch just so she can reach the remote from where it's sitting on the coffee table in front of them. ] Alvin's on. [ there's really no shame in this particular guilty pleasure, not when steve was around when she first discovered it, and she's quick to turn on the tv and punch in the right channel, like maybe there's no takebacksies if it's already on the screen before he can protest. ]