Porch of #43 Blueberry Hill - Wednesday Morning

[notabondgirl]

After getting Lilly off to school, Veronica poured herself a large mug of coffee, pulled on a fleece sweatshirt and went to sit on the porch swing and watch the storm rolling in

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[givemethehunt]

Dean was wandering about patrolling. He paused to wave to Veronica.

"Hey. How's it going?"

[notabondgirl]

"Not too bad," Veronica said. "You want a cup of coffee?"

[givemethehunt]

Oooo. "Sure. Sounds good."

[notabondgirl]

Veronica smiled. "Have a seat and I'll be right back."

She put her mug down on the little table next to the swing to claim her spot. There were wicker chairs that Dean could sit in.

[desertaliengirl]

Isabel finally emerged from her room where she'd been busy with wallowing Christmas and wedding prep for the last three days. She got herself a cup of coffee and wandered out to the porch.

"Hey."

[Probably slowish due to RL]

[notabondgirl]

"Hey, stranger," Veronica said. "Haven't seen you lately. How's everything?"

[desertaliengirl]

"It's okay," she shrugged as she took a seat in one of the wicker chairs. "I think I'm finally done with my Christmas shopping."

[notabondgirl]

Veronica grinned. "That's good. I've still got a few things to pick up, but I've put a good dent in it."

[transmax_452]

Max had been taking a ride, enjoying the charged feeling of the pre-storm atmosphere. When it began to rain, she found herself near #43. She pulled up, and walked over to Veronica. "Hey, mind if I huddle under here for awhile?"

[notabondgirl]

"Not at all," Veronica said. "Mi porch et su porch."

[transmax_452]

Max cocked her head at Veronica, and sat down on the railing, one foot on the floor. "How's it going? You look like you could use a friend."

[notabondgirl]

"Oh, I just have a lot on my mind," Veronica said, offering a smile. "I'm Veronica, by the way. And you must be new in town."

[prodigalpawn]

Today's lesson? Never mess around with raising the dead unless you are absolutely sure you know what you're doing.

"God I hate Zombies." Connor grumbled as he passed by. Fortunately he'd taken Lane up on her offer of cleaning up at her place. And he couldn't help but be amazed at what Wisk detergent could get out of clothes.

[notabondgirl]

"Hey, Connor," Veronica called, waving when she spotted him.

[prodigalpawn]

"Woah, hey, long time no see. Even from your perspective I think."

[notabondgirl]

"Yeah, it's been a while. I heard you were back though. How's everything going?"