IC Contact Post - Private Line

[bitchisaghost]

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[Returning the call]

[sands_in_mexico]

Hey, it's me, Sheldon. I'm returning your call. What's on your mind?

[bitchisaghost]

What's there for me to do at home anyway?

[she disappears from her balcony to go down to the kitchen, eying up the contents of the fridge]

Have you had dinner?

[sands_in_mexico]

I hardly call cold pizza dinner but I could still go for something more substantial. I have groceries here. I've just been a little lazy to get up and do something with them.

Wanna come over and help a bit? I was thinking crab cakes. I'll show you how to make them.

[bitchisaghost]

... Alright, I'm sold. I'll see you in ten minutes?

[sands_in_mexico]

Sure! Oh, keep this between us. People seem to think that badasses don't cook. I'll see you in ten.

[bitchisaghost]

Your secret is safe, don't worry. See you soon.

[sands_in_mexico]

I'll be here.

[*click*]