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The Pam who's found herself in Milliways is a very different Pam than the one who made an appearance previously.

For one, this Pam is wearing considerably more clothing, even if it counts as what some of her co-workers would accuse her of being too "New York". (She still hasn't figured out what that even means.)

And, unlike the last time, this Pam is smiling. Quite widely, in fact, until her cheeks start hurting.

Because this Pam is entering Milliways through a door from her new home. Their home, she thinks to herself with a happy chuckle as she practically bounces toward the bar.

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"I have even more respect for your mom now," Pam says, "and a little bit of fear." Especially if the witchcraft thing turns out to be true.

"Want a drink?" she offers. "You could probably use it."

"I'll ask her during Thanksgiving." He sounds resolute. He needs to know if they need an exorcism.

"Yeah, sure." He nods, sliding his hand over to her hip. "Just a beer, please, Bar."

Thanksgiving is coming up, and they've decided to spend it with Jim's family. Hers will be next year, and maybe somewhere in all the chaos, they'll get a time to celebrate properly... alone. Without so much turkey and family storytime.

Pam shifts into his hand slightly, smiling. "I painted a little this morning. Out in the garage."

He smiles back at her. "Yeah? Did you like it?"

"It's perfect. Just what I need to really focus. Although it'll probably get cold out there in the winter. We should invest in one of those little space heaters."

She sips from her drink, unable to keep the grin off her face for too long.

"We'll put in a real heater." His wife will not freeze to death, okay?

Jim removes his hand from her hip only to twist the cap of his beer off, taking a long swig, before sliding his palm against her neck, leaning forward to kiss her. "I'm glad you like it."

"Just as long as you don't mess with the electrical stuff. I don't want you getting shocked or anything." Future Mrs. Halpert is concerned.

She responds to the kiss with a happy sigh of contentment, resting a hand against his chest. "I love it. Oh, and I was thinking we could break in that carpet in the living room. You know, before we have to tear it out."

"I am marrying a minx." Jim sighs, resigned, as he pulls away. "What will the neighbors say?"

:|

"Hopefully they'll be so busy throwing things down the quarry that they won't even notice," Pam offers brightly.

"Oh. Don't tell Creed our address, ever." Jim says, shaking his head. "Ever, Pam."

"We might have to be covert in how we drive home from work in case he decides to follow us home," Pam says, eyes lighting up as the idea forms in her head.

"Anything to keep him from coming over to go throw things in the quarry." Jim nods.

"Or do other things." Pam shudders at the thought - Creed was pretty much capable of anything.

"Exactly." He nods. "Creed is not allowed anywhere near us."

"As your future wife, I am putting my foot down on letting him near our children, too," she adds, grinning.

"Oh I thought that was implied." Jim grins back. "No one from the office is allowed near our kids."

"Especially if they can't do something as simple as clean out a microwave," Pam grumbles.

Jim winces. He's partially to blame as well...

He leans forward to kiss her instead. >.>

Pam's still pouting a bit, because the microwave still hadn't been taken care of, last time she checked, but when he kisses her, it definitely makes her forget all about dirty microwaves.

And much more about what a good kisser he is.

He slides his arms around her, drawing her in, taking the opportunity to distract her.

And distract her he does, very fully, until she's not even aware they're in Milliways anymore, because her brain is already thinking about doing other things.

... Jim's mouth has its own powers, one could say.

Oh yeeeeah. :|

He pulls back and drops a quick kiss to her cheek before grinning at her.

She's blushing, she knows it, and for whatever reason, she's tempted to look around for the cameras, but instead there's just him.

"You're the minx," she manages.

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