I'm not sleeping, oh no no

[one_drafted_man]

It'd taken a few minutes to first teleport over, then change out of his armor, freshen up, and put on regular clothes (orange shirt and black pants, as usual). Since then, in the few minutes before Elizabeth's arrival, he's made his circuit of the apartment, making sure all was still as it should be. It'd been a while since he last had a chance to

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[domina_mira]

Elizabeth knocks lightly at the door to let him know she's here and then lets herself in--she is looking, as noted elsewhere, very much like she's spent the past seven weeks as close to totally relaxed as she ever gets, and her mood seems to be up from the perpetual strain of worry that was starting to make everyone else worry about her. "You don't look like you got into too much trouble while I was away," she says, only half kidding.

[one_drafted_man]

Grif waves her in and gestures to the seats in the living room, where he sits down himself. With a grin and a tiny bit of eye-rolling, he says, "It wasn't that much trouble. Vacation seems to have done you quite a bit of good, though."

[domina_mira]

"It was nice," she says, with a smile that's a little more telling than her faint praise as she sits down where he indicates. "This isn't much but you're not an easy man to buy for, you know that?"

'This' turns out to be a Gaudi collection Zippo, which is actually quite nice as 'I just picked you up something when I realized I'd forgotten to' souvenir gifts go.

[one_drafted_man]

He tilts his head, a bit curiously. "I've occasionally had trouble coming up with stuff for others, but always wondered what made a person inherently hard to shop for."

He accepts the lighter, looking it over, feeling the heft of it, his thumb sweeping across the paintwork before flipping open the cover and striking the flint. As he does so, a smile -- simple and pleased, as opposed to his typical smart-alecky grin -- spreads onto his face. "It's very nice. Thank you."