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[bringonthe1der]

Habits are funny things. Take, for example, accents. It took Angela the better part of her first two years of college and a lot of work to lose hers, and right around the forty-eighth hour she spends at home, back it comes. The g's go vanishin' off the end of verbs, y'all goes back into into rotation, and there are suddenly a lot fewer one

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[dr_temperance]

"How is Texas?" Brennan asks, sliding into the chair opposite with a cup of coffee.

She is careful not to nudge or bump the table in any way. She's known Angela long enough to know that watercolors can be unpredictable.

[bringonthe1der]

"It's good. Restful," Angela says.

"Hey, Bren."

[dr_temperance]

"Your accent is back already."

Always an incongruous sound, from Brennan's standpoint.

"How is Charlene?"

[bringonthe1der]

"My accent has been back for a while," says Angela.

"Charlene's good. Fussing, you know, but good.

"How's . . . how's everyone in DC?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"I'm guessing you're not gonna want a beer today?"

Dean drops into a seat across from Angela, scoping out her painting.

"In case it spills. Never can be too careful, right?"

[bringonthe1der]

Angela eyes the painting.

"Beer might improve it, actually.

"Hey, Dean. How're you?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Whoa."

Dean's eyebrows hit his hairline.

"You workin' an undercover gig or something?"

[bringonthe1der]

Huh?

Angela shakes her head.

"Not so as I know."