Home again home again jiggity-jig...

[vicioussweetie]

When the car had pulled into the garage and stopped, Ali hopped out and hurried into the house. "We're home!"

She waited a minute or so, then started looking around. "Richard? De Carabas? Ingress?

"...huh. I wonder where they are?"

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[chill_whispers]

Sasha comes in behind Ali, a suitcase in one hand, a carry-on bag in the other, her skin as pink as the Bermudan sand still haunting her shoes.

[vicioussweetie]

"Oh, love, let me get those..." she moves to take the bags from Sasha. "You go and rest!"

[chill_whispers]

She relinquishes the suitcases, "You spoil me, darling. Would you like me to see if I can find any flaw in your bank, or perhaps call a friend about it?"

[vicioussweetie]

"You're free to look, if you'd like."

[cat_and_mice]

A voice carries from the kitchen. "Still cooking, I'm afraid."

He takes a moment to excuse himself- or at least make sure a few minutes' absence won't cause any horrible problems- and walks into the room, kissing Ali gently. "Welcome back, my lady."

[vicioussweetie]

She leans against him carefully (she's rather pink herself), returning the kiss with a few more. "Thank you darling. How's it going in there?"

[cat_and_mice]

"Rather well for two men inexperienced with cooking," he says dryly. "I can only hope it will be edible. Are you all right?" he asks, noticing her colouring.

[vicioussweetie]

"So long as nothing structural's been set on fire. We got a bit more sun that we should have, Sasha and I. But I'll be fine."