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[balletrat]

*Meg's been shuttling between the Threshold and the House of Arch, mostly, for the past few days, with occasional stops to check about her lost coffee mug; it's only this morning that she's stopped by the bar long enough to receive a letter.An executive decision: Family politics might make it awkward to read in the Threshold, and the main bar is a

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[stilljustandrew]

*The door opens. Andrew comes in, an empty duffel slung over his shoulder, and stops when he sees her.*

Meg?

What is it?

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew stares at her for a second.*

*Then starts laughing, and can't stop.*

[balletrat]

I could offer you an edition of the Say True, *Meg adds, helpfully.*

Glitter as an added bonus.

[stilljustandrew]

Oh. Oh man. Best image EVER.

[balletrat]

*Meg's giggling herself, by this point.

See? I am getting better with symbolism, *she says, and pulls out the passport, triumphantly.*

Voila.

[stilljustandrew]

*He crosses the room to claim his passport, and leans down to pay for it with a kiss.*

[balletrat]

*Meg leans up to kiss him back.

Apparently, the payment is acceptable.*

[stilljustandrew]

*Tucking the passport into the duffel, Andrew starts to look a little more pensive.*

I don't know what's gonna be, after this.

[balletrat]

- what's going to be which?

*Meg looks up at him, brow furrowed a little.*

[stilljustandrew]

Well -- spying on Angel for the Council, that's done. Whatever happens. I'm done with that.

I don't know if the Council's gonna reinstate me and Jonathan or not, or if they're gonna reconcile with Angel's people, or what.

So what I do next is gonna depend on what a lot of other people do next.

[balletrat]

*Meg frowns, a little, twiddling the pendant between her fingers.*

But either way - it's either going to be the Council or Angel, isn't it? I mean, you'll be working with one or the other, regardless. And you've worked with both before -

[stilljustandrew]

Probably, yeah.

I just hope they figure out that we're all on the same side here.

[balletrat]

*A very small shrug.*

I dunno if it's ever as easy as two sides.

But you've all got the same enemies - and that's something.

[stilljustandrew]

Yeah.

*He takes a breath, and smiles. It's not much of an effort.*

So however this ends, there's still the job.

[balletrat]

There's still the job, *Meg agrees.

And keeps her own, very faint hint of wistfulness out of her voice.*

And there's still you and Jonathan - and there's you having tried to do the right thing. And still being able to do it.

[stilljustandrew]

*The smile deepens.*

That's ... yeah.

And there's still here.