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."

[domina_mira]

"You're welcome," Elizabeth says, pleased herself to have got it right. "I don't know about what makes people inherently harder to shop for--maybe just not knowing what's going to be the best gift. Especially if all the things you know somebody likes, they have."

[one_drafted_man]

Snapping the lighter shut again, he looks over, that grin slipping back. "One of the Blues always used to bitch about that. Said that Christmas gifts were a waste of time, 'cause people could just buy what they wanted. Then again, Church was kind of an asshole about Christmas in general, tended to pull a lot of bullshit pranks on everyone, so I suppose he was just biased."

[domina_mira]

"Christmas isn't that bad--maybe this year we'll actually manage to have one with the family." She's not holding out too much hope of corralling all of them into one place, but she does want to be able to believe they're not going to spend it fighting the apocalypse in Canada again.

[one_drafted_man]

"That'd be nice, yeah. I mean, you know me. I like Christmas; it's when I make most of my bank." He chuckles. "So. Spain... with Nathan... and the Automatae." Hey, he's even being nice and not saying 'The Breakfast Man,' although not saying 'robo-chicks' takes a tiny bit of effort to get the actual name right. "You guys go anywhere much, or was it all lazing on the beach?"

[domina_mira]

"You can make money and someone else can make Christmas dinner and we'll all hope for no crises," Elizabeth tells him, dryly, and then laughs a little at the notable pauses.

"We went out a few times," she tilts her head, smiling. "But mostly it was just us. And the automatae. And his cavy."

[one_drafted_man]

"Sounds fine to me. I know I'd like not to be stuck in weird time-space circumstances for the third December running." He nods, as though affirming their shared resolution.

Puzzled by the last part of Elizabeth's description, he asks, "What the heck is a 'cavy?'"

[domina_mira]

"The bane of my life," Elizabeth says, both unhelpful and obviously untrue. She smiles, slightly. "Nathan has a pet cavy. It's a guinea pig."

[one_drafted_man]

Grif's face takes on the features of a man who isn't entirely sure he understood what he's hearing. "I would never have taken Nathan as the kind of guy who'd keep a pet."

[domina_mira]

"It's a cute little thing. Just constantly underfoot when I'm not expecting it." Elizabeth doesn't have as much of a problem with the cavy as she professes, but she doesn't find Mister Sinister's name half as funny as Nathan does.

[one_drafted_man]

"He just lets the thing run around? I thought guinea pigs were usually kept in cages." It seemed surprising and add, but not necessarily beyond the realm of possibility, so he just shrugs. "Does it have a name, or is it just 'the cavy,' like 'the automatae'?"

[domina_mira]

"It has a name," Elizabeth allows, grudgingly. "I just don't use the name because it's absurd."

[one_drafted_man]

"You're not gonna tell me what it is, either, are you."