section7mfu | "To be or not to be...that is the question" for PicFic Tuesday 9/30

The two UNCLE agents stubbornly stared each other in the eye, not willing to be the first to give in.

“Well if you’re not going to talk about it, then I will,” Solo finally said; his gaze still focused on his Russian partner.

“I plan to do something, but a little more tactfully than you,” Kuryakin spoke at last.

“Tactful...you call candy and flowers not being tactful?”

“Napoleon, as I have said in the past I do not like celebrating my birthday and I am telling you neither does she.”

“And how do you know this?”

“A little bird told me.”

“Don’t be such a smart-ass Illya. There’s nothing wrong with a little acknowledgement. Everyone likes it...well everyone except you.”

“Napoleon two-dozen red roses and a box of chocolates that weighs several pounds are hardly a little acknowledgement.”

“All right Mr. Know-it-all, just exactly how are you planning to do it then?”Solo demanded, wondering how the heck his partner knew about the flowers and candy.

“Perhaps by telling her the world is all the more brighter because she was brought into it on this day.”

Napoleon paused, canting his head to one side. “That’s pretty nice partner mine….hmm, do you suppose I can get my money back on the chocolates...though I think it’s too late to cancel the flowers.”

“It is your call my friend,” Illya said as he walked down the steps to the door of Del Florias.

Two days later the partners ran into Mrs. Waverly as she was coming out of her husband’s conference room.

“Good morning Napoleon...Illya. Thank you so much again for your kind gifts. I was quite touched as it was a very special birthday for me. Napoleon, flowers and chocolates were quite decadent and Illya you were so thoughtful!”

“You are most welcome Ma’am,” Napoleon clicked his heels, bowing his head.

“Good day to you both,” Mrs. Waverly smiled impishly.

They watched and waited until she disappeared down the corridor, and stepped into the elevator.

“I thought you said you were returning the roses and chocolates,” Illya said.

“Changed my mind chum,” Napoleon said, straightening his tie.

“And what did you...Mr. ’I do not celebrate birthdays’ give her? Rather devious of you if you ask me, trying to convince me to return my gifts.”

“I did no such thing Napoleon, if you recall our conversation, it was you who came up with that idea, not me. As for my gift...if you want to call it that; I simply took Mrs. Waverly to lunch at her favorite Chinese restaurant. After which I escorted her for a stroll in Central park and there bought her an ice cream cone as well as a bag of peanuts to feed the squirrels.”

“You got off cheap tovarisch.”

“You think so? You have never been to luncheon with Estelle Waverly,” Illya laughed. “For someone so slender and petite, I wonder where she puts it all?”

“Gee tovarisch, where have I heard that before?”Napoleon snorted his amusement.

"To be or not to be...that is the question" for PicFic Tuesday 9/30

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