44 Blueberry Hill, Friday morning
Cole was sitting on the porch of 44 Blueberry Hill with his laptop, because wireless networks were a wonderful thing. (Just don't ask him to set one up, he left that to Sam or Phoebe.) He'd managed to access an online account that belonged to the Brotherhood of the Thorn and siphoned off a bunch of money from it to his own account, giving him the double pleasure of having money and annoying Vornac.
And now he was spending that money, ordering a crib and other pieces of furniture. He wasn't entirely sure what a chiffarobe was, but his little girl was going to have one. He debated if it was too soon to get the bed and nightstand. And the table and chair set, of course.
It was quite possible Phoebe was going to kill him.
Oh, wait. Highchair. And cradle. Definitely needed those, too.
Of course, before the furniture arrived, he and Sam would have to redecorate the room, which meant new carpeting and paint. Or maybe wallpaper. Or this. Or this. Or this. He'd have to get Lilly's opinion.
This was tempting, too, but that would probably hasten his death at Phoebe's hands.
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And now he was spending that money, ordering a crib and other pieces of furniture. He wasn't entirely sure what a chiffarobe was, but his little girl was going to have one. He debated if it was too soon to get the bed and nightstand. And the table and chair set, of course.
It was quite possible Phoebe was going to kill him.
Oh, wait. Highchair. And cradle. Definitely needed those, too.
Of course, before the furniture arrived, he and Sam would have to redecorate the room, which meant new carpeting and paint. Or maybe wallpaper. Or this. Or this. Or this. He'd have to get Lilly's opinion.
This was tempting, too, but that would probably hasten his death at Phoebe's hands.
[ooc: Open!]