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[charring]

[Charlie, looking a little annoyed and a little tired, has her back against a white wall. And she's surrounded by books. All of them recipe books. She's seated on a floor and she's thumbing through them and if anyone looks carefully, there's a hint of Petrichor's tail sticking out from her zipped up jacket.

Yes, she snuck her cat into the book-store. No, she has no fucks to give about it. She knows the device is on. It switched itself on a few minutes ago and she recognized the little red light for what it was. She just had nothing important to say until now. Her tone is flat and she hardly spares the camera a glance. It's all books right now for her, anyway.]

Everyone survive yesterday alright?

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[socoolbrewster]

Fuck yeah.

[He'd feel better at her place, but it's her call, he's not about to argue the details with her right now. He'll escort her back later.

And you may have a couple nuzzles, McGee; sorry, he needs to. Except he's not sorry at all.]

I'm thinking we need popcorn too.

[charring]

[The nuzzles are reassuring to her, too. It's a familiar gesture from Ed. So familiar, she leans into it just a bit, smiling more.]

Give me a minute to grab a metal mixing bowl from my place and we won't even need to use a microwave for popcorn.

[socoolbrewster]

[One more, and then he pulls back.]

Sure. Sounds convenient; something you've tried before?

[charring]

Something I do when I'm feeling too lazy to push buttons. [Oh, good. She can see his face which means she can give him a small, quick kiss. Hope that's okay, Ed.]

[socoolbrewster]

And need to let off steam.

[Bah. Like he would ever complain about that; if anything he's encouraging it.]

[charring]

Pretty much.

[Oh, good. Because she really enjoys kissing Ed. And she's probably content to stay right there and do so for a moment before pulling back to rest her forehead against his.]

And we're really okay, all things considered?

[socoolbrewster]

[He lets out a slow breath. Way to ruin the mood, McGee.]

Pretty sure we're fucking screwed on some level. But...yeah. It'll be fine. We'll figure it out.

[charring]

[Sorry! So sorry. She has no clue how to shot relationship. Her hand slips into his, fingers lacing with ease and she gives his arm a gentle tug.] Come on. Movie now, worry about everything else later.

[socoolbrewster]

[He squeezes her hand and lets himself be led off.]

Right. Movie. He'll probably let me sweat it out for a while before he does anything anyway.

[charring]

Here's hoping. [Another gentle squeeze and then a small smile.] Are we actually going to watch Princess Bride this time?

[socoolbrewster]

...Maybe? [She can have an attempted innocent look. He makes no promises.]