167. To win a bet.

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha's communicator clicks on, and she just sings.]

Iiiiii am engaged!

[In the background, you hear Snape going "Have you lost your mind?!" Martha then giggles and there's a struggle before she cuts the feed.]

[OOC: Sorry for the spam.]

Private to Merlin, visible to Snape, added a day later.
We need a favour.

Comments

[with_discipline]

[There should be a club. T'Pol is so amused. On the inside. Drly. Sorry Snape.] You seem excited.

[thegooddrjones]

I am, yeah.

[with_discipline]

The custom does seem to be to offer congratulations. [Which is better than anything she could offer by Vulcan standards, really.]

[thegooddrjones]

Thank you, we appreciate it, even though you're only going to get it from me at the moment, I expect.

[with_discipline]

I didn't expect it to be otherwise.

[thegooddrjones]

Sorry.

[with_discipline]

[Aaand confused.] Why are you apologizing?

[thegooddrjones]

Because, I don't even know actually. Seems like the thing to do, really.

[with_discipline]

it's not necessary.