Procrastination at its finest

[vicioussweetie]

All was quiet in the Trainer household.

No, that's not entirely accurate. All appeared quiet in the Trainer household, but under that quiet exterior something simmered in Ali. It was discontent. She'd been studying for days, to the point were even her usually voracious appetite for knowledge was of no use. And though she had no proof, she

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[hammerofhell]

Hans could be found, at the moment, sitting in the kitchen enjoying a cup of coffee (minus the brandy, for once), and reading the newspaper. Perhaps their was some danger finding out such events, but when they were eighty years removed from his own time, the possibility of her learning anything significant was quite small.

That she remained a she was no small amount of consternation, though if pressed, she would admit that certain aspects more than made up for it.

Nevertheless, she too was growing quite restless. It had been nearly a week now, and while she much enjoyed Ali's household, she too, was definitely going a bit stir crazy.

[vicioussweetie]

Finding Hans, Ali peered over her shoulder to see what was in the paper. There's also hugging. "Hello love. See anything interesting?"

[hammerofhell]

Hugs are very good!

Hans smiles. "Actually..." she begins, and taps an advertisement that takes up the bulk of one page, "this market place sounds most interesting. I would enjoy an opportunity to get out of this house for time."

[vicioussweetie]

"Mm, I haven't been the best hostess, have I? I'm sorry. Next time you get el oh eled, make sure it's not the middle of finals, hmm?" Ali tries to temper the teasing with a shoulder nuzzle. "I could use some time away from the books, and I always enjoy retail therapy. I think we should go."