Breakfast at Milliways

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Richard's behind the bar, serving breakfast, not wearing a tutu.

Have at.

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

The letter (http://www.livejournal.com/users/abotticellilady/1439.html) is short, written in black pen by someone who learnt calligraphy rather then 'handwriting'.

Bianca pouts. "Tell him I pouted back, then, and that he should move to a saner part of the world then...well, where-ever he makes his home now. Britain, from your accent?"

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He smiles. Bianca and Amadeo were obviously raised by the same man.

"New Orleans, actually. Just down the street from Lestat and Louis. As for my accent, I was born in Scotland. And Amadeo wants to know why a vampire moved to the sunniest continent on the planet."

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

That gets a laugh.

"Only drink the blood of the Evil-doer, thus I was taught," she says in a sing-song voice. "Used to be prison, over 150 years, and I was tired of all the old countries, anyway. Besides, the people amuse me so much."

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"We'll have to come visit sometime, and you should visit is as well. Amadeo is dying to see you again."

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"Oh, dear, I hope not literally..." Bianca grins, and then kisses Richard on the cheek.

"I really do have to run, otherwise I'll have to sleep in the boathouse, and the Donovans have come back from their holiday and might find me...could you pass along the kiss as well?"

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"Of course I will, go rest. It was lovely seeing you again, Bianca."

He smiles and pats her hand.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Another smile.

"You too, Richard. Night!" And with that, she's running back to the front door, and slipping out into the gentle night rain.