71 Serendipity, Wednesday Morning

[chose_humanity]

All right, the holiday season was officially here, so Mitchell couldn't put this off any longer

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[nookiepowered]

"I bring presents!" Not that Bo was under the impression she needed to bribe Mitchell to open the door for her, but it never hurt.

She did not, however, come dressed for present-giving. "Which you only get if you swear in advance not to say any word that rhymes with self to me or in my presence, ever."

[chose_humanity]

"Now I'm either terribly worried, or..."

He opened up the door.

"...not." He grinned. "Hey, Bo."

[nookiepowered]

"So far, so non-rhymey," she said cautiously, offering present #1 sans wrapping.

[chose_humanity]

Mitchell's eyebrows crawled up towards his hair, but in a good way. "Buttface?" he said, taking it. "Americans."

[nookiepowered]

"Well, I didn't see any point in getting you English beer, since you're going there." If by there you meant 'on the same island...'

[chose_humanity]

"Fair enough, fair enough," Mitchell said, with a little grin. "Why don't you come in, and we'll both be the judge of this."

He took a step aside.

[nookiepowered]

"I dunno, Mitchell," she said, stepping past him. "You think it's safe to drink and walk? I might bump into a lamp-post on the way home."

[chose_humanity]

Mitchell sucked in a dramatic, ever-so-concerned breath. "You're welcome to stay a bit longer if you're terribly worried," he said, shutting the door behind her. "I'm willing to make that sacrifice."

[nookiepowered]

"That's awfully kind of you." Hopefully he was willing to sacrifice his couch to her ass, too. "You're just full of the Christmas spirit this week."

[chose_humanity]

"Well, 'tis the season." Mitchell smirked. "My sofa is your sofa."

[nookiepowered]

"You want me to walk home drunk carrying a sofa now?"