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The cold never really bothered Liz much, but then she's a walking space heater if she wants to be. She looks around the city, feeling like she's home again before she hears Owen's little crack about shopping.

"Hey." Liz scowls, but keeps her tone sweet because she's worried Robbie will pick up on it if she's too snarky to Owen. "Think of all the money we're saving getting married in Vegas. I can afford new boots if I want them." She walks over and plucks her son into her arms. "And a new snowsuit for you, right?"

Owen is letting Robbie enjoy the pigeons and he looks over his shoulder to see Liz come to join him. "Yes, New York's the perfect place to buy a pair of boots that cost more than some people make in a year." He teases and he goes to dust his coat off. "And, what about me? Don't I get to buy myself something nice." He looks at his boots and he smirks. "I could use a new pair myself."

Liz looks down at her feet and grins. "Oh these didn't cost that much." OK, so she couldn't resist the new McQueens (http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod67560013&parentId=cat379626&masterId=cat379627&index=131&cmCat=cat000000cat200648cat203509cat379627cat379626&isEditorial=false) with all the straps and buckles. Everyone's got an addiction.

"Who says your not getting a new pair of boots for Christmas?" She says with a smirk as if that's exactly what he's getting. It's not, but she's actually starting to enjoy the whole gifts thing. Who'd have thought that would happen.

She notices Robbie and the rats with wings. "If he picks now to start crawling, I'm gonna flip. Kid sticks everything in his mouth." Liz tries to rush over to Robbie, but those heels make it hard. She should have done with flats but those boots aren't just for her enjoyment.

"You'll end up with a broken neck with those things." Owen points out and he looks at his old boots. "Well, I saw a nice pair of boots that I might buy." Owen feels like a scolded child and he takes in a deep breath only to smell a hot dog cart in walking distance. "I miss real food. I don't like this 'healthy' shit they make in Los Angeles."

Robbie grunts and Liz will have a meltdown over the pigeons. "Oh, give him another month for that." He ponders for a moment and he wanders over towards the hot dog cart. "Careful you don't slip with those things."

She glances back at him, frowning a bit. "It's Christmas, you're not supposed to buy yourself anything." Liz's boots are not included in that, by the way. She's gotten used to the more healthful food, even letting the occasional green stuff pass over her plate. "So get something." Liz says as she gets to Robbie to keep him away from the germ ridden birds.

She almost falls and decides that it might be better to just sit on the ground and wait for Owen. "Let's stay here until Daddy comes back, OK?" Liz says to the baby as he starts making eager gestures towards the ice skating rink. "Oh, no." She looks down at Robbie. "You can't even walk yet, baby. You can't skate."

"And, you got yourself a pair of boots? I'm standing corrected, Liz." Owen teases, and he takes a whiff of the greasy food that dances in the air. "You want a hot dog or not?"

He's serious about getting Liz a hot dog and he looks over at the ice rink. "You want to do that don't you?" He looks at Liz and there's a smile on his face. "We could walk to that real famous one they have. The Rockefeller Rink where they have the tree and I saw something about an igloo bar." He leans over to give Liz a kiss. "Jack's gonna take us there. How about we give our son a visit with the creeper in Macy's?"

"Were you gonna get these for me?" Liz teases right back, flopping down on her back to hold Robbie up as she stretches her leg out. "I can deal with two pairs. These boots are hot." She grins and focuses on Robbie a second. The hot dog craving passed after the first trimester and in spite of what Jack thinks, no Liz is not knocked up. "Do they have fries?" Those she's always in the mood for.

Liz rolls her head over to look at the rink. "Do you want to?" She gets to her feet and shifts Robbie to one arm so she can grab Owen's hand, if he has one free that is.

"Don't call Santa a creeper. He's just guy who can't keep his promises." Liz still has some bitter feelings about Santa and the fact he didn't take her fire away when she begged him to. Sure, she was eight but it still hurt. "It would make for a nice picture. Baby's first Santa."

"I was thinking about it." Owen's got something in mind and he'll slip out later to get her some nice things before they leave. "They have crisps." Owen orders a big keilbasa with all the toppings and a can of Coke. "If you want fries that means going to a diner."

Owen looks at the rink for a bit. "We could just skate around here and leave Jack to have time with Alisa later. And, we can go do something..." Owen waggles an eyebrow. "...later. I'm sure those two can watch the kids."

"Okay, so we try the skating thing out and then we go wander off to Macy's to see Santa." Robbie doesn't seem to care other than to go after the pigeons again.

"So we go to a diner! What's stopping us?" Liz really really wants fries.

She looks back at the rink, slightly curious. "That almost sounds like a date, Owen." Liz teases gently. "Food. Recreational activity, romance...or something." Yes, she's going to tease him about that suggestive suggestion. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to impress me."

"It's a date." Liz nearly beams at Owen before Robbie tried to wiggle out of her arms to get to the pigeons. "Why aren't you this fascinated with the dog?" She ask as she turns to try and get their son's line of sight away from the birds.

Owen raises an eyebrow and he takes the sandwich the guy gave her. "This. Now if you let me stuff me, we'll go get some fries." Owen looks at the sandwich and he offers Liz a bite.

He sways on his feet and he takes a big bite of the hot dog and he hands the rest to Liz. "I think it does sound like a date. A date it is then." Owen looks at the rink and he smirks. "We'll head to the diner and then come back here to wear out Robbie."

She turns up her nose and shakes her head. "You promised me fries. No way am I eating that." Robbie, on the other hand, is suddenly very interested in the food. "No." Now she has to chose between facing food the kid wants to chew on and...birds the kid wants to chew on. "You know stuff like that can kill you, don't you?" Yes, motherhood seems to have made Liz concerned about nutrition.

"He can't even walk. Something tells you you're gonna get warn out before he does." Liz says before trading Robbie for the remainder of the hot dog. She sneakily goes to dump it in a trash bin. "And if you get worn out you'll ruin date night."

"Gonna need to watch him somehow." Owen's wondering about ice skating. "Okay, we'll go ice skating tonight." He winks and he looks at the rest of the hot dog. "You've been hanging around Patrick too much." He takes another bite of the hot dog.

He eyes Robbie for a bit. "You're too little for this." He tosses the rest of it in the trash. "The bin's quite happy to eat that. Lets take him to see Santa and we can go ice skating tonight."

"Oh, I am not." In truth, she is hanging around Patrick a lot more than usual. Liz feels like her life has changed so much, like she's not even the same girl and Patrick is one of the few people she thinks truly understands leaving your past completely behind you. "He's nice. Is that a problem?"

Robbie looks like he's gonna start screaming when both chances for a hot dog go sailing away. Liz bounces him gently. "No being loud. No getting upset. Don't be like your Daddy." Yes, she went there.

Liz looks at Owen and scowls. "If we wait in line for Santa and then go skating when's that gonna leave time for..." She lets her tone go more than a touch suggestive. "later?" New York is romantic. Can you blame her?

"I still can't believe we ended up as neighbors." Owen smirks, and he doesn't mind it. He won't openly admit that having Ianto there isn't too bad. The two might take a verbal swing at another on occasion but Owen does care about his friend.

Robbie's lip trembles. "Let's get him to that diner then." Owen leans over towards Liz. "We'll let him sleep over.... We can be a bit creative with later.'"

"What, there's not that many houses for sale in LA." OK, so many Liz nudged Ianto to the houses in that neighborhood. She's not gonna admit it, though. "It's fun. We're like a sitcom."

"Maybe we should do Santa first." Liz digs in her purse that is now half a diaper bag for something to distract Robbie. Then she gets distracted by what Owen suggests. "Creative? How creative?"

"I actually don't mind having Ianto next door." Owen finally admits. "Its that bit of normal."

He places his hand on Liz's back to lead her out of the park and into the city. "Very creative.. We've got an entire hotel to be creative with."

"You're calling Ianto and Patrick normal?" Liz tilts her head and smirks, then kissed Owen on the cheek. "You are changed man, Owen Harper. Never thought I'd see the day."

She snuggles against him a bit, and she'll blame the crowds if anyone looks at them. Not that they will given the fact it's New York. "Did we rent the whole hotel for ourselves?" Liz grins. "If you did that...I'm gonna get spoiled. You won't like me when I'm spoiled."

"Jack's got everyone their own private suites. These places are like bloody apartments. There's no pushing on us to leave or anything. Jack told us the mission is to have fun with our families." Owen liked the idea and he could spend the rest of the damn holiday season here if he could.

He gets back to her on Ianto and Patrick. "Course they're normal." Owen continues up to the diner that looks a bit busy. "Bloody.. Okay, so much for normal diner." Robbie isn't going to have it with a long wait and he starts getting fussy. "As for a changed man? I suppose you could say that."

"Don't call is a mission, that takes all the fun out of it." Liz scowls as they make their way to the diner. Then they can talk about wherever the hell they'll go to see Santa. There's probably a million of them in the city. "Alisa's gonna be so jealous if we do the Santa's Village thing."

"But..." Liz really shouldn't have turned her nose up at the hot dog. "Maybe they have candy canes in Santa's village."

She smiles again. "You have a baby who's about two seconds from crying, and your gonna wait in line with him and me to see Santa. Don't tell me you would have done that a year ago, Owen."

"Okay, its not a mission but a family fun filled holiday." Owen teases, and he looks at Liz. "I saw a couple of them ringing bells for charity. Robbie's too little to tell the difference."

Owen should of ate the rest of the hot dog and his stomach grumbles. "There's thousands of food trucks. We'll get you fries from somewhere."

"I don't think I would of been a father a year ago." Robbie now starts and there's a roll of eyes. "What?! Please don't tell me none of you reproduced before. Well if you didn't, do us all a favor and don't!" Owen's going to stick up for his cranky and hungry kid.

"Yeah...we don't have guns with us. That was a big clue." Liz won't admit that buried deep in that bag of her's is a gun. Old habits die hard. "We care not making a bell ringing Santa hold our kid." Liz likes the idea of doing things properly.

She almost teases Owen about being so worried about the fries, but then Robbie starts to wail like a firetruck. "OK. OK. Sheep." Liz says as digs in the bag for the baby's favorite toy. She wrinkles her nose at Owen for yelling at the passers by. "Gee, wonder where Robbie learned to make nose like that." She scowls at Owen, though she'd not really angry at him. She's frustrated, and the lack of sheep isn't helping.

"OK. Where the hell is that stupid sheep!?" Liz groans as she considers dumping her bag on the sidewalk.

He didn't bring his gun with him at all, Owen was becoming like Jack in that regard. He knew when and when not to drag his gun with him. He laughs a little bit. "Then we'll take him to Macy's and let him get his picture taking."

Then he hears the sheep has gone missing and he groans. "We can get him a new sheep or something else to munch on." There's tons of shops selling all sorts of plushed 'I Love NY' bears. "How about a bear in a t-shirt?" Owen reaches for a bear that's hanging outside some souvenir shop. Owen kneels down and he shows the brown bear to his son.

"You left it at the hotel I hope."

Liz hasn't gotten to the point where she feels totally safe yet. She has the tendency to be like a protective mother bear and seeing the way the kids were leveraged during the Miracle only made it worse.

Robbie calms for half a second, if that then starts screaming again. It almost sounds like he's screaming sheep if you listen just right. Liz scoops him up and holds him tight before shooting Owen a look. "Why the hell am I on sheep duty?"

"You're one impossible kid right now." Owen takes a deep breath and he grunts. "I'll head back to the hotel and see if the bloody sheep is there." Owen suggests and he waggles the bear at Robbie again to see if he'll be able to get a day free of the sheep. "The sheep won't have a face if you keep chewing on it kiddo."

Liz doesn't like the idea of being alone in the city with a screaming baby. "Let's just go back...he's not in the mood for Santa. I think he needs a nap." She scowls and tosses more than enough to cover the cost of the bear at the clerk with her free hand then hold Robbie closer to the bear. "Maybe he's teething."

"Alright." Owen was looking forward to taking Robbie to the damn store for this right of childhood passage. "We'll take him back.." He looks at Liz and he ahs. "I'll be able to take a look back at the hotel. We can stop in a pharmacy to get him a teething ring on the way back."

"We can go later. After we get something to calm him down, OK?" Liz looks more than a little concerned that Owen didn't get to do this. "Some of that numbing stuff, too." She says with a smile as she pulls her glove off with her teeth so she can offer Robbie her finger to chew on if he wants it.

"Or we can take him somewhere out in California. Its the same odd creeper in a red suit all over the world." Owen did miss it and he just figured the little guy was just fussy. "Want me to hold him?" Owen asks if it will be easier for Liz.

Robbie is happy to chew on the finger and Liz might not get it back.

"Yes, Santa and palm trees, that's traditional." Liz shifts Robbie a bit and smiles at Owen. "What do you want to do?" She asks I that way that means she expects him to be honest with her even if she won't like the answer.

"Your hands clean?" Liz teases as she moves closer to Owen. "Because this is keeping him quiet and It'll look like we're some kind of three headed monster if he keeps is up with my finger."

"Its normal for Los Angeles, Liz." Owen jokes and he takes in a deep breath of the cold air. "I say we take him back to the hotel. He takes a nap and we can get a cab to Macy's later with everyone else."

He waggles his fingers. "I'm sure you didn't clean your fingers either Liz." He snaps them. "Okay, we would look like two weirdos doing that wouldn't we?"

Edited 2011-12-06 01:25 (UTC)