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When Ava stops by the bar for some Friday night raspberry-lemonade-and-vodka, it comes along with a small cardboard box, addressed To: Ava and From: Elle.
Her eyes narrow fractionally, since last time they hadn't exactly parted on the world's greatest terms, and she shakes the box suspiciously before asking Bar for an x-acto knife. One delicate slit in the tape later, and she is prying the thing open to discover a toy London phone booth.
Ava blinks. (The knife disappears.)
And, after a moment, she begins to giggle.
She's not sure she gets the joke, but this thing is kinda cute.
[ooc: open until whenever, y'all. I got a paper to procrastinate on.]
Her eyes narrow fractionally, since last time they hadn't exactly parted on the world's greatest terms, and she shakes the box suspiciously before asking Bar for an x-acto knife. One delicate slit in the tape later, and she is prying the thing open to discover a toy London phone booth.
Ava blinks. (The knife disappears.)
And, after a moment, she begins to giggle.
She's not sure she gets the joke, but this thing is kinda cute.
[ooc: open until whenever, y'all. I got a paper to procrastinate on.]