May 04, 2011 22:40
[The screen is half obscured by fingers, and you can see just a bit of blue, blue sea beyond those fingers. Claire, obviously, is at the beach today. Looks like she quit being all sorts of depressed over her missing brother and freaking out over zombie housekeepers. She moves her hand to clutch at the phone properly, a grin across her lips.]
Hope, get your butt to the beach when you have a minute. I’m going to teach you how to barbecue. I even got a recipe book for you. [Which translates to: I can’t really barbecue but let’s burn expensive meat together!]
And if anyone else wants to drop by we can spend today relaxing out here like some of us did yesterday. I mean the weather’s great, right? So we shouldn’t spend all day inside.
[She fumbles a little before bringing a cold brown bottle to her lips and lightly sipping at the contents inside. Beer isn’t so bad on a warm day. But this does not mean she plans to get shitfaced. Well… maybe she doesn’t. Whatever.]
Oh... and bring a swimsuit!
claire redfield,
!: hope estheim