74 Godiva Street, Wednesday Morning

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Okay, so Death-- sorry, Didi-- might not've been able to get thoroughly tanked, but after a full pitcher of margaritas and then drinks at her place last night, Tamsin had passed out something fierce. Now she was paying for it with a hangover. A massive hangover

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[living_endless]

Said anthropomorphic representation of the inevitable was bustling back in the door just as Tamsin sat up, carrier holding fruit smoothies in one hand and bag of breakfast sandwiches in the other. Altogether, she looked much fresher than Tamsin did; even her eye of Horius was perfectly unsmudged.

There were advantages to reality shaping itself to your wishes.

"Morning," she called, holding up the bag with a flourish. "I brought breakfast. You'll feel much better after you eat something."

For a not-booty call, Didi had morning after etiquette down.

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Tamsin gave her a solitary bleary-eyed blink in return.

Death. Death had brought her breakfast.

She didn't have enough active brain cells right now, so she opted to ignore the former part of that sentence in favor of the three words at the end. "Breakfast," she sighed, "I love you right now."

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"I love you too," Didi said, as if that particular form of thanks was quite familiar. "Anyhow, I owe you. This was way nicer than a hotel room."

Hotel rooms were sterile and a little sad. Tamsin didn't exactly go overboard with the decor, but at least the space was hers.

She poked into the bag. "Do you want the sandwich with ham, or the one that's just egg and cheese? The smoothies are strawberry-banana. You can't go wrong with that."

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"Egg and cheese," Tamsin said, trudging past her in the general direction of her kitchen. "I'm going to let you have the ham because you brought the food."

Okay, she took a brief stop by the bathroom to grab a painkiller. Eeeugh, brain.

"If Bright Eyes calls, tell her I'm not coming in to work."