[oom] Have Another Go
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Fiona let them into the flat, bumping the door shut with her hip. "Beer's in the fridge. Get me one too, please." She dumps the bags of take away Chinese on the table, and goes to find something more than a beach towel to wear. Sitting on the edge of the huge clawfoot tub, she brushes the sand off her legs and feet, and rinses the salt out of her hair, just a quick dash under the shower. When he returns from the kitchen, she's towelling off and reaching for a sari to wrap around herself. "So, I was thinking you might stay here with me for the week. See if we can't -- y'know -- figure out how this is going to work. What do you think?"
Fiona let them into the flat, bumping the door shut with her hip. "Beer's in the fridge. Get me one too, please." She dumps the bags of take away Chinese on the table, and goes to find something more than a beach towel to wear. Sitting on the edge of the huge clawfoot tub, she brushes the sand off her legs and feet, and rinses the salt out of her hair, just a quick dash under the shower. When he returns from the kitchen, she's towelling off and reaching for a sari to wrap around herself. "So, I was thinking you might stay here with me for the week. See if we can't -- y'know -- figure out how this is going to work. What do you think?"