A Room at the Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

[not_a_parakeet]

So, February was fired. Officially. Out of a cannon and into the sun, if Warren had any say in the matter. What had apparently been a few days since Valentine's Day for everyone else had, for Warren and Karla, only been a matter of the worst hour-long Portalocity stopover ever. Warren was forever going to be wary of pit stops in 'historic London,'

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[glacial_witch]

"Yeah, you do," Karla said primly, finishing up her bowl of ice cream. "You told me historic Londom would probably involve horse-drawn carriages. And do you have any idea how gross it is to be cleaning off feathers and finding an eyeball in there?"

He probably did, considering her scream had echoed in the bathroom for awhile.

They (okay, Warren, because Karla wasn't touching it again) had flushed it down the toilet, since it wasn't going to fit down the drain without help.

Never. Trusting. Portalocity. Again.

[not_a_parakeet]

"Try being the one who had the eyeball in his feathers," Warren countered, making a face down at his own ice cream and then sliding the rest of the bowl Karla's way. If her plan had been to get him to lose his appetite all over again, then mission accomplished. "I don't remember London ever having zombies before. But that's not what I'm talking about."

[glacial_witch]

Karla gave him a small smile while accepting his bowl. That hadn't been her goal, but she wasn't going to turn down the reward anyway. "I didn't really think it was," she said. "Last minute teasing before we got all serious."

She poked at his ice cream for a moment before deciding that she was going to turn it down after all.

"If it helps any, you won't be the only one apologizing during this conversation. Because I'm sorry, too."

[not_a_parakeet]

That was... actually good to hear, though Warren wasn't going to say as much. He'd said some pretty terrible things, but he hadn't been the only one, after all. He gave her a tiny quirk of a smile, and then gave his empty lap a pat. If she wanted to take him up on that. Maybe?

"Me first? I am the one who jumped to... to the worst possible conclusion."