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[bringonthe1der]

Angela has coffee and a comfortable chair over by the fireplace. It's been a rough few days, and spending today testifying in a murder trial didn't do much to improve her mood.

She'd probably like company.

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[alec_or_alonzo]

Phil is, at the moment, trying to solve a particularly tricky problem, but at the moment it appears to be even more stubborn than she is, and it refuses to budge. She glares at it for a while, then tosses her pen down at it with a huff. It is a small huff, but enough of one to make her glance around sheepishly to see if anyone noticed.

[bringonthe1der]

When her glance passes over Angela, she might notice the other woman watching her, a little amused.

Compared to some of the stuff Jack pulls off, it's really not all that much of a huff, but it's still unmistakably a huff.

[alec_or_alonzo]

Phil grins at her and shrugs, not really that embarrassed.

"I've been working on this problem for ages, it seems, and the answer just eludes me. I think it may be toying with me. It clearly enjoys my struggles," she says, in deadly earnest.

Only, not in earnest at all.

[bringonthe1der]

Angela gives her a sympathetic smile.

"Answers do that sometimes," she says. "What kind of a problem is it?"

[misterbunny]

Sometimes, it's petter to be specific about the company you want. Cause otherwise? You get The Bunny.

Which is why there is something fuzzy under one of her hands, using her to scratch itself.

[bringonthe1der]

[ooc: Sorry, I just crashed last night. Would you like to continue, or another time?]

[misterbunny]

((OOc:continue si fine, I'm always up for slowtime))

[bringonthe1der]

Angela looks down, startled.

Her first thought is that the thing must have escaped from a lab.

And then she realizes she's not at work.

Okay, then. Soft, cute, fuzzy. She can deal with this.