The number 249 is not divisible by 2

[onlyanapple]

[There's the sound of pages turning, not from the main journal, but from one a short distance from this open one. Crowley has to wonder how many residents still even HAVE an old journal. Not many, he bets. Really, it doesn't bother him as much as he should, his newly found factoid. The passing of time is of little consequence to him. Still, it should probably be said, so after a moment, he deigns to speak]

It managed to pass me completely by, but I've passed the five year mark, living here now. Small change, really, but still something. [A few more pages turning] I think I'm the longest serving resident here, now.

...Thought I'd at least get a little trophy for that. Perhaps a commemorative plate. But nothing. Way to be cheap, Paradisa.

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[onlyanapple]

[That makes him chuckle a little]

You may be right there.

[Oh hey, look, it's Meg with a gift] Oh look at that, you put a bow on it and everything.

[putuporshutup]

[Oh hey! Look at that!]

I did. Five whole years... I'd say you and the castle are getting pretty serious. Calls for special decorating.

[She hands him the tin and leans sideways against the door.]

Any special plans to celebrate?

[onlyanapple]

I know. I should probably get the castle something fancy in return. What's five years again? Wood, isn't it?

[He'll take the tin, opening it to give the confectionery inside a curious sniff]

Mostly getting very drunk. [The same thing he does every day]

[putuporshutup]

I've never understood that. Like... wood what exaclty? Maybe in this case you should smack it with a two by four.

[She chuckles and looks down at her nails as he examines the cookies.]

Wow, you? Drinking? Get outta town.

[onlyanapple]

That sounds like a good safety net for any marriage as far as I'm concerned.

[He grins]

It's practically unheard of.

[He picks one up, finally putting it in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully]