Log: Haven Located

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Florida (native), Agent Louisiana (native)
What: Discussion accompanied by muffins.
Where: Grand Cytherean, Uptown Gulch
When: Saturday 4/25
Warnings: None for now


Louisiana laid back in the lounge chair, listening to the man made waterfall. Her helmet nearby out of habit rather than necessity. It was nice to be able to comfortably enjoy the sun rays coming in and be surrounded by flora. She however kept half of her attention to the door inside. Hopefully Florida would chose that conviential route rather than appearing out of the trees. He had a knack for randomly appearing despite having given a warning.

Comments

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana retracts her hand. She admits, "Pas de problème. The last thing I need is you shattering or such."

"Besides this place is supposed to be relaxing. Not exactly relaxing if I'm having to worry. ...Or wanting to throw you over the balcony because of the Maine thing."

[the_informant]

"I'm sorry about the Maine thing," Florida chuckles. "I'll never try and guess what relationships are going on around me without someone else telling me first."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"It's fine. However now I kind of want to tell Maine and kick back with popcorn as I watch his reaction," she states. "However by no means am I going to tell you who he's dating."

[the_informant]

"Don't worry about it. I'll find out eventually," Florida chuckles. "I always do. But thank you for setting me straight."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. "It better be from Maine himself then. Otherwise think of the fort but a lot worse. I highly doubt that I've done what you're thanking for."

[the_informant]

"You did when you corrected me," Florida chuckles. "Or are you making a joke?"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She shrugs. "Oh well that's just a part of the job description."

[the_informant]

"Come back out and finish your drink with me, okay? We'll just spend some time and then be done. And you'll go home and I'll figure something out."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Ouch. Already tired of my nonsense, hunh," Louisiana teases. She heads back to the lounge chair. "I can't leave anyway. Extraction is confirmed but not for a few days."

[the_informant]

"You know... you should bring us gifts when you come back," Florida laughs. "Shot glasses. Or better, good yarn."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"No on the shot glasses but I will consider the yarn." She gives a smile. "Though I'm no expert on that. As long as it's not used for these yarn bombings I've heard about."

[the_informant]

"Find a shop, tell them to show you BFL from the Tygin region of Saldies, and then pick any color you like," he smiles, patting her shoulder. "Very functional. We'll have a competition to make you the better scarf. My knitting versus his crochet."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She laughs softly. "I have a feeling that I need to write this down. Besides color choice is probably going to be obvious. I'm sure Maine would appreciate a chance to try and beat you."

[the_informant]

"We're both very, very good at what we do," Florida smiles. "I'd like to see what he wants to do. I want to compare our work."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Well I know that already. The blanket at the safe house was rather nice," she compliments.

[the_informant]

Oh yeah, he's preening. Shifting happily and grinning widely. "I'm pretty awesome. Maybe I'll make you a sweater if you want.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"You're such a dork, you know that right," she laughs. "I mean I would appreciate anything you create."

[the_informant]

"You mean both," he laughs, taking his drink and downing more of it. "Maybe you are an almost daughter to me."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She leans back, scanning the tree line out of old habit. "I suppose I did. I'll accept a maybe though."

[the_informant]

"I could live with that," Florida smiles, finishing his drink."I... care about you, Lou. That's what matters."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Same here," she answers. She had started to lean against but fixes herself immediately. "But I know."