The Arms Hotel, Pillow Suite, Saturday morning

[blondecanary]

Dinah opened her eyes, and frowned up at the billowy fluffy ceiling. Why had she fallen asleep in the main suite room last night? Probably because she'd been so tired she hadn't been able to make it to the bedroom. And it wasn't like the floor wasn't soft enough to collapse on. She gave her little nest an experimental push, and yawned,

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly stumbled out of his room at the dull thump, rubbing his eyes. He felt a bit like that time his producer had convinced him to do a brunch episode: tired, cranky, and totally overwhelmed.

Being back in Fandom was weirder than he'd thought it would be.

He paused when he saw who was at the coffee maker. "Hey, Lance."

[blondecanary]

"Mmmmmph." A main force of will, and Dinah didn't do a spit-take. Oh, she so hadn't been awake enough to register that someone else had been in the suite last night. She turned, and then couldn't help a grin. He hadn't seen her in five years, but she'd seen him. "Hey, Priestly."

[lovemykilt]

Story of his life. At least she hadn't tried to pull that "hey, you're that guy!" joke.

He made his way -- somewhat gingerly, there were pillows everywhere -- over to the counter where the coffee maker lived. Morning coffee without the wife. That shouldn't be such a pleasant idea.

"So did you actually sleep last night, or were you leaping from rooftop to rooftop?"

[blondecanary]

Dinah's shoulders hunched a little, because that was a little too accurate. "Oh, you know." Lame. "There might have been some Metro-surfing and a fight." On the Metro. "I collapsed as soon as I walked in here. Literally, I think." She kicked a pillow away, then grinned, and tilted her head, comparing him to his image on the TV screen, then peeked over his shoulder. "Soooo, do I finally get to meet the famous Mrs. Priestly?"

Who was not good enough for him, judging by the cameos on his show.