#Mimi found this table at a flea market actually

[dubmiho]

When Téa walks into their apartment, there is a new, heavy-looking, real wood dining table. It’s nowhere near full-sized--more of a dinette, even--but it’s still taking up a not insignificant part of the little apartment’s combined kitchen/living room space. 

This is not as noticeable, however, as the fact that Mimi is standing on top of the table, eyes closed, somewhere between singing and shouting into a soup ladle. 

“It’s! The way you love me! It’s! A feeling like thiiis! It’s centrifible motion, it’s perpetual blii-iiss--!” 

Téa putting down her bag alerts Mimi to her audience. Grinning from ear to ear, she scrambles off the table and runs up to give her a kiss. 

“What do you think??”

Téa’s smiling fondly, but: “Don’t stand on the furniture. And it’s a little big, isn’t it? Couldn’t we have gotten a folding table or something?” Mimi pouts.

“I want real furniture! Real adult furniture for our first real adult apartment.” 

Téa laughs, taking Mimi in her arms and kissing away the familiar pout. “This is our third apartment since moving to New York, you know. Or did I imagine those?”

Mimi rests her head on Téa’s shoulder to hide her face. “Yeah, but... this is our first apartment we got being, you know, together...” She turns her best puppy eyes on Téa. “We can keep it, right?”

Téa casts her eyes to the ceiling, but it’s too late. “Yes,” she sighs. “Also, the line is ‘It’s centrifugal motion.’” Mimi squeals happily and runs to the kitchen to get another microphone stand-in.

Téa calls after her. “Were you planning to get any chairs for this table, too?”