Dinah was relaxing in her room with her cat, watching Building 42 on her laptop, and dragging a ribbon around on her bed.
The better to keep Camille from rooting around under the bed for a couple new things she'd hidden there.
The door was open as she contemplated a job tracking down magic artifacts for the government. Hmm. Did they get overtime?
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So up the stairs she came, and when she popped her face around Dinah's doorframe, she was carrying only a bag of chips and a couple of sodas. "Hi! Hungry?"
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Which solicited another bounce off the bed, to get a messily wrapped present for Francine, and one very nicely gift-wrapped one. "Thanks for holding down the fort prezzies."
She deposited Camille in her lap and reached for the packages. "And aww, thanks. You didn't have to do that!"
"I remember that! I didn't know you all that well then, barely at all. And Katina, sulking in a crater," Dinah started giggling. "And cursing me out for trying to check if she was all right."
"Anyway. Most of the Vancouver trip was standing around, waiting for demons to show up, so Tony and Merlin could send them back. Or? Following Tony and the skank demon consultant around so he could close rips in the reality before they showed up." She paused. "I shouldn't call her a skank, but I really didn't like her."
Edited at 2009-08-19 03:05 am (UTC)