Notes, a Package, and an Entrance Post

[aeons_crackshot]

Jackson Harley aka Mr. Saturday has arrived in Milliways. Annabelle isn't keen on anyone she knows being unprepared, so a veritable slew of notes is being left with the Bar.

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[tanyadams]

And there will be much gaping and blushing from Tanya when the flowers are received...

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle has been keeping an eye on the Bar. (She may have been a bit nervous about someone's reactions to a certain gift...)

Therefore, she's in the perfect position to catch Tanya's reaction. Revenge is sweet.

If Tanya looks around, she may see Annabelle sitting in a booth and looking rather pleased with Tanya's reaction to her gift.

[tanyadams]

Tanya does notice her friend, and marches over to her.

Any pretense of being upset fails to hold, since the commando is grinning widely. "Brat." Annabelle is hugged tightly. "Thank you, hon."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle is a bit nervous when Tanya starts her march toward her, but the nervousness turns to relief when she notices Tanya's grin.

The comment of 'Brat' provokes Annabelle's best 'Who, me?' innocent face. "You're welcome," she replies as she returns the hug. "I was worried that you wouldn't like them..."

[tanyadams]

"And why I would not like them?" Tanya smiles more, still holding to her friend. "It is the first time I received flowers from someone."

[aeons_crackshot]

"I don't know, you could have not liked the colors, or been allergic, or something..." Annabelle mumbles. No, it's not a logical conclusion to jump to, but this is Annabelle we're talking about. She can tackle aliens, Doomsday events, and near fatal injury without batting an eye, but anything involving the less violent emotions tends to damage her self-confidence.

Annabelle shakes her head at Tanya's last remark, "There's no teaching some people," she says with a sigh.

[tanyadams]

"Hon, if you are going to start babbling about how you are not sure if I would be upset at you, I will have to shut you up with a tongue-kiss." Tanya smirks teasingly. "They are just flowers. Very nice, but what makes me feel all giddy and lightheaded is the feeling behind that."

"Getting flowers from my best friend, how could I ever be upset about it?"

[aeons_crackshot]

The words 'you wouldn't' start to form in the speech que before Annabelle's brain points out the error in this statement. "...you would, wouldn't you," Annabelle says with a laugh.

Annabelle looks relieved at Tanya's statement that the feeling is what's important. "I always thought that the feeling was the important part myself," she replies with a smile.

[tanyadams]

"It is." Tanya kisses her cheek, holding her friend a minute. "Thank you."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle's smile in response is a brilliant one, as if every drop of joy and happiness in her soul is trying to express itself all at once. "You're very welcome."

[tanyadams]

"Now I have to start thinking about a gift for you." She winks. "A surprise for your next visit."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle's eyes sparkle with laughter, "A surprise? Should I start worrying about your cunning plan?" she teases.

[tanyadams]

"No." She cups Annabelle's cheek. "I would not do anything to make you upset, hon."

The words are warm and gentle, full of emotion. Which kind of emotion, it's anyone's guess.

[aeons_crackshot]

"I didn't think you would," Annabelle says with a smile. "Well, other than make me blush horribly anyway."

The emotion in Tanya's voice seems vaguely familiar, and Annabelle tries to figure out what emotion it is that she's picking up on.

[tanyadams]

Too late, Tanya is already back to teasing. "I guess payback is only fair?" She gives Annabelle a hug. "I will go take the flowers home and in a vase... I think I have one somewhere."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Karma," Annabelle says with a grin. "As many times as you've made me blush..." she says with a shake of her head.

"Anything that will hold them and water will work," Annabelle suggests. The cut flowers may last far longer than they ought to, Bar works in mysterious ways.