The House Called Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Monday Morning

[chose_humanity]

George sat at the breakfast table with an untouched cup of tea, doing what he had been doing for most of last week... nothing, staring at the walls, trying not cry

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[nookiepowered]

About frickin time!!! You OK?

Bo may have left a few messages for him while he was gone, with the same tune, slightly different words.

[chose_humanity]

yeah i'm good. so's annie. housewarming party next week!

He was just covering all of his bases right now with that typical Mitchell flair.

[nookiepowered]

Some would call it understated panache. Some would just call it WTF, Mitchell?? Guess which some Bo was one of.

HOUSEWARMING? Srsly?

[chose_humanity]

weve got annie back, weve got a new house...

Really, it made sense.

[nookiepowered]

Shd I bring Back From The Dead Bundt Cake?

Which she would totally bake.

If by totally bake you meant totally buy from J,GoB because ahahaha bundt cake. Bo could... kind of sort of make Tollhouse Cookies without burning them. Sometimes.

[chose_humanity]

Any gifts of food or drink are welcome, Mitchell assured her, grinning at his phone.

A moment later, he'd texted her his new address.

[nookiepowered]

If Bo could pull off stupid bouncy girly hugging via text message, she'd so be doing that now, just for the record. Since she wasn't Kenzi or Francine, Mitchell would have to settle for Bo following his oddly laid-back lead. While grinning a back a lot, not that he could see it.

...Can Annie eat bundt cake?

[chose_humanity]

can't eat anything, but she'll love serving you tea for the cake, Mitchell replied. What? She would. She really would. In fact, she'd probably love pouring people rum, too.