Brennan sits cross-legged on the living room floor in Angela's apartment, sandwiched between the couch and the coffee table. Her laptop, a half-empty bottle of beer and an opened carton of Chinese food with a pair of chopsticks sticking out of it are perched on the table in front of her. Yellow Post-It notes litter most of the free surface left on
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"Perhaps your muse needs recharging!"
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"Uh, perhaps," she finally says slowly. "Are you on your way to a costume party?"
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He'd hate to be missing a party.
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This conversation is shaping up to be more complicated than it should be.
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He looks a little sad. Why isn't he getting invited to parties?
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His mood seems to have bounced back.
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"I'm aware that I'm quite beautiful," she replies bluntly, never one for excess modesty, "But I'm uncertain as to what my appearance has to do with my understanding of science. Do you not think attractive women can or should concern themselves with scientific topics?"
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"The goddess of wisdom?" she repeats slowly. Well, that was... different.
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"I suppose I'll have to take your word for it," she replies, still not quite convinced. "Thank you, but I only examine dead people. Skeletal remains of dead people, more specifically."
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He chuckles. "So you are a... coroner?"
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Realizing she has forgotten to introduce herself, she pauses and adds, "I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan. Nice to meet you."
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