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A tent on the beach, Monday morning
So, Dinah and Priestly had decided to camp out on the beach Sunday night. The weather was warm enough, they'd gotten a tent and a double sleeping-bag in town, and a cooler full of drinks and snacks. It had been really, really nice.

And as the Monday morning tide rolled in, Dinah turned over with a sigh, to find her hair no longer chin-length, the sunlight in her eyes, and herself no longer married to the guy sharing the sleeping bag. She really ought to be used to this by now, and yet somehow....

Cue awkward morning conversation, take-- crap, what were they on now, take six? Argh.

[ooc: for the BFF.]

"Darnit." Dinah sighed, and closed her eyes. Then grinned without opening them. "We'll just have to tell them we're divorced now. 'Til death do us part." Or something.

And look, if there were... a recurrence of feelings in there, that was not their business. That was between Dinah and her new sleeping bag, thanks.

"That's gotta be awkward for Fandom couples. Like, how do you determine which death? 'Well, we WERE married, but then I died while we thought we were diamond mine moguls so now it doesn't count.'"

Dinah opened one eye to stare at him. "Are you saying we're still married?" She grinned and settled into the sleeping bag further. "Although, as ways to get *out* of a marriage go, that one's pretty good. 'You died. Doesn't count any more. I'm going to Aruba.'"

"I am saying nothing of the sort." He wasn't done teasing her about being his ex-wife yet, for one. "I'm just pondering hypotheticals."

"Mmph. I'm trying to remember who else I married..." She paused and added, "Does that make some people bigamists?"

Right now, the only people she could remember marrying in other timelines were gone, gone, and never gonna happen.

"Or wondering who else you might marry?"

"Well, I know it ain't Oliver Queen." Nyaaaah. Dinah stuck out her tongue. "How about you?"

"I'm definitely going to end up married to Angelina Jolie. Any weekend, now."

"I can see that happening," Dinah said judiciously. "You know, in the world where you become a celebrity chef again."

"Nah, see, I got it all figured out. She comes in to volunteer at the soup kitchen I'm working at. She's all about the community outreach, you know."

Dinah coughed to hide a laugh. "Does this mean I get Brad Pitt?"

"I suppose it would only be fair."

"This divorce thing is really working out for us!"

"Of course it is. We make an excellent team."

Even more giggling, and Dinah kinda felt like dozing off. Relief and comfortableness making her relaxed, and hey. They'd been up late.

"We do. We should always get divorced together." She yawned and slid further down in the sleeping bag.

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