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[luthored]

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]

I've been meaning to tell you something, but it seems at every turn it's just bad timing.

I don't need our standard training, anymore. If I'm going to learn anything, I want to just focus on defense against magic, like what we started with before you were turned into a cat.

[/Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]

[Stephanie Brown]

So... I hope you aren't angry.

[/Stephanie Brown]

[Kara]

I think it's time that we talked.

[/Kara]

[ And, later... ]

[Damon Salvatore]

[ Did someone order a break-in? No? Well, she'll have to stay anyway until you say so.

But really, this started as her trying to write something, only to realize he would just ignore it and her, so instead she'll be waiting in a nice chair in his room, reading by a single lamp while a wrapped Christmas present sits in her lap. She's even decked out with a Christmas sweater for kicks.

They will talk whether he likes it or not. ]

[/Damon Salvatore]

Comments

[luthored]

Why sure, if you show up at my restaurant and pay.

[ So nyeh. ]

[kryptonian]

Do I get to run up a tab or will I have to actually "get a real job", so to speak?

[luthored]

It wouldn't hurt to find a job in the city. I would highly recommend it, in fact. There's no better way to connect with the citizens than to live and work among them.

Then, there's always wishing from the castle. But I would warn against that. Either way, I suppose family should get a discount.

[kryptonian]

I'm so bad at that, though. I can do an internship at the Planet, because I spend half of it being Supergirl anyway, but retail? In like, hokey Renaissance land? Sounds boring.