Twenty-Second Negotiations; Dictated

[succubitch]

It seems strange, thinking I've been here for a year now. I'll give this place credit where it's due though, things are never boring here. [In some ways she wishes it had been. Between Wesley choosing the Texas twig and everything that's happened with Damon, she can't say it's really been a great year for her. Not that she'd ever admit as much out loud.]

Once again I can't help but this it's rather convenient that time doesn't pass at home while we're stuck here. If I had really been gone for a year, the Senior Partners would be ready to take my head. [It sounds like she's joking here. She's not.] They've never been fans of unexpected vacations.

[She pauses and debates saying anything else, and then decides against it. Instead she closes up the book and heads to the Lux for a drink.]

Comments

[alias_savant]

[collects them, before flashing her a smile]

Maybe I could cook for you again sometime.

[succubitch]

[She smiles.] I'd like that.

[alias_savant]

[nods]

Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go clean up the kitchen before Jo regrets letting me use it.

[succubitch]

[She laughs a little, nodding.] Fair enough. Until next time.

[alias_savant]

Next time.

[and with that, he disappears into the kitchen again]