[Egon immediately recognizes that voice and suddenly his quest to escape the grip of the woman wrapped around him becomes much more urgent. This time he's not concerned with waking her up as he gently loosens her grip and attempts to sit up.]
[Silently, Egon thanks the powers that be that Ilsa is indeed dressed or something really embarrassing might have occurred. He slides his legs out of bed and rubs his eyes before reaching for his glasses, vaguely noting that he's once again wearing the wedding band that he could have sworn he put in a drawer somewhere a couple months ago.]
I'm pretty sure this is our bed. At least, that's what Mayfield wants us to think.
[He stands and shuffles over to the dresser, picking up a photo in a tasteful frame and holding it out so she can see it. It shows the two of them, Egon in a tuxedo and Ilsa in a 50's-era wedding gown wrapped in each others' arms and looking as happy as can be.]
Good morning, Mrs. Spengler. [He says this in a tone that suggests that he's not all too happy or comfortable with these new developments.]
[Egon doesn't have the thought or time to feel badly about his tone because he's too busy suddenly feeling exceedingly uncomfortable thinking about how Tarvek is going to react to all this.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, he sets the photo back on the dresser (maybe a little harder than he needed to) and leaves the room.]
[ So, when Egon tries to untangle her, she murmurs sleepily, and snuggles into another position, which is still wrapped around him. ]
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Ilsa, wake up. We have a problem.
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[ That is not the voice of the one she was sleeping next to last night, so there's a little more impetus to wake up. ]
Eg'n? Watchu doin' in my...
[ She looks around, ]
... not my bed?
[ She looks down at herself, noting that she's wearing the Mayfield standard-issue wife nightgown. ]
At least they dress me when they do this to me.
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I'm pretty sure this is our bed. At least, that's what Mayfield wants us to think.
[He stands and shuffles over to the dresser, picking up a photo in a tasteful frame and holding it out so she can see it. It shows the two of them, Egon in a tuxedo and Ilsa in a 50's-era wedding gown wrapped in each others' arms and looking as happy as can be.]
Good morning, Mrs. Spengler. [He says this in a tone that suggests that he's not all too happy or comfortable with these new developments.]
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Fine, sorry for molesting you, I thought I was downstairs.
[ She shakes her hair out, and checks the closet for her emergency robe. ]
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Feeling a bit overwhelmed, he sets the photo back on the dresser (maybe a little harder than he needed to) and leaves the room.]
I'm going to take a shower.
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