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OOM: Shopping is completed.

Sara's back, slightly grouchy at having to deal with hyperactive clerks all afternoon. Though she did enjoy the pizza Gil thoughtfully provided for her before she left.

She's curled back up on the couch. Disturb at will. Unless you're a tire.

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Suddenly there's a mug of cocoa on the end table. And a pyro perched on the arm of the seat opposite, blowing on her own mug of the liquidy good stuff. Amazing how these things happen.

Sara looks up with a grin, reaching for the mug. "Thanks. How's it going, Ace?"

"It goes. Does it go with you?" She sips her cocoa.

"Well enough, I suppose." She stretches briefly. "Went shopping back home earlier. I hate shoppping."

"Only shopping worth doing is when you get free reign at the local army munitions bunker." And she says this with a straight face too. That's my girl.

She laughs at that. "Sounds like fun. I had to shopping for formalwear." She makes a face.

Ace makes a face.
"And they didn't have to torture you? Brave, brave, foolhardy woman." She shakes her head mournfully.

She rolls her eyes. "They were recommending me wear something with slits all the way to my hips, no back, and a very low neckline. Oh, and they also wanted me wearing stiletto heels. No thanks."

Ace looks pained.
"Sounds like a bad accident in the cutting shop."

"My world has strange ideas about fashion," Sara agrees. "But I pointed out that if they wanted my money, they'd cater to my demands. They saw the logic in my reasoning."

"Lucky." Ace scowls at her cocoa. "When I had to do formal wear, it was Doctor's choice. Doctor's very odd choice at that. Thank God he wasn't in a weird mood."

Sara winces. "Never trust a man to know how to dress a woman. They have no concept of style. Or coordination."

"But he knew what wouldn't get me burnt as a witch, and since that was the main goal of the dress..." She trails off, feeling no need, evidently, to elaborate on that.

"Oh." Sara laughs a bit at that. "Yeah, I suppose that achieved its purpose."

"Hey, didn't get burned... Got my portrait taken, but not burned." She pauses, and then goes on musingly. "Getting burned might have been less painful.

"Mmmm. Was the dress that hideous? Or was the portrait taking that arduous?"

"Had to sit still for six hours, every day, for a month. I nearly went insane." Ace shudders.

"Ugh!" Sara makes a face. "That'd drive me batty."

"The worst part was the Doctor went out and explored every day. Every day! He didn't stay and talk once. Git." It should say something that she's still irritated about it three years later.

"Hmph." Sara knows something about inconsiderate colleagues. The From Grissom sentiment on the plant he had sent her still urks her. "Is such typical for your Doctor? Is he always that inconsiderate?"

Ace frowns.
"S'not inconsiderate... more like... errr..." Because he isn't, really. "Busy. He's busy."

"Too busy to take an hour to keep you company?" she asks dryly. "I...understand associates like that."

"He's not like that." There is a slight edge in her voice that really shouldn't be there. If she were fully back to her old self she'd agree with Sara and cheerfully spend the next several hours, if allowed, telling 'horrible Doctor' stories. As it is... careful. This one's got teeth.

Warning taken. Sara smiles apologetically and drops the subject.

Ace frowns.
"Sorry." She studies her cocoa.

"No, it's okay. I've hit a nerve." Sara shrugs, not offended. "I do that from time to time--my mouth runs ahead of my common sense. It's not a big deal."

Ace doesn't think it's okay at all, but since arguing will take a good deal more energy than agreeing, she nods, and goes back to sipping her cocoa.

Sara smiles at Ace reassuringly. She truly isn't offended, and understands sensitive subjects. Following Ace's lead, she leans back and begins drinking her cocoa.

Ace flails about for another topic, since she's never been very good at the 'companionable silence' thing.
"So, do anything fun today besides torturing dress makers?"

"Hmmmmm...well, a cat kept me company for a bit. A cat capable of speech." Sara sounds bemused. "I keep thinking this place cannot surprise me.."

Ace looks alarmed.
"A white cat?"

"Uh, yeah. Is there a problem?" She's startled by the look of alarm on Ace's face.

"Some advice? Don't. Startle. The cat. It will hurt, quite a bit." She nods sagely, and goes back to sipping cocoa.

"Hmmm. Noted," she says, leaning back. "Though let the record show the damned thing startled me. Where do they pick up that-weaving in and out of one's feet-routine? I nearly tripped."

"He probably picked it up watching the cats in the bar. He's good at watching." She replies between sips.

"Mmmmm. Probably. Friendly little thing, though."

"Yeah. When he's not being a friendly big thing. Or an aloof big thing. Or an aloof little thing." She smirks at her cocoa.

Sara raises an eyebrow. "Is there something I'm not getting?"

"That white cat? Is not a cat. I'm not sure what in the heck a 'bright shiner' is, but he's one of those. Emphatically, at times. He can look like a human too, very pale, green eyes, white suit." Ace explains cheerfully.

"Ah."

And thanks to Millitime, Sara will remember that tidbit in just a few minutes while talking to Yrael.

Yay for millitime. Yrael will kill her. Hopefully after she gets some sleep.
"So I take it he didn't tell you that."

Sara shakes her head wryly. "Nope. Bastard wanted scritches."

ooc: And I apparently cannot spell tonight. *facepalm*

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