At home.
"Sallie?"
Skouris rarely - very rarely indeed - calls Sallie by her first name. This is enough to get Sallie's attention, so she looks up from her latest project on the kitchen counter with a quizzical expression.
"I don't know where you've been off to lately," Peter starts, "and frankly, I don't give a good gorram. You come back happy, and that's enough for me."
Damn, I've not been watching how much time I spend away in Milliways, Sallie notices with a frown. She nods, though, and waits for the end of Peter's thought.
"But...try to keep an eye on the newer folk around here, alright?" Trying to play it off as something more minor than it is, "Don't want them thinkin' you went crazy like Old Lady Gaetano."
This gets a rubber band snapped with precision aim in Peter's direction - Sallie doesn't appreciate the joke.
The project turns into a pie, some two hours later.
Sallie will leave it for Charlie.
Ringing the doorbell at the main house of the Reynolds Ranch is always just the tiniest bit unusual. Sallie was packing some clothing into a satchel to take back to Milliways with her (she always feels better to do her own laundry at home) and when she hears the noise and convinces herself that burglars do not ring doorbells, she goes to answer it.
The man at the door is...dashing. Dressed well, dark blue suit. Too nice for Jefferson District.
"Hello, Sallie."
"Beau?"
Skouris rarely - very rarely indeed - calls Sallie by her first name. This is enough to get Sallie's attention, so she looks up from her latest project on the kitchen counter with a quizzical expression.
"I don't know where you've been off to lately," Peter starts, "and frankly, I don't give a good gorram. You come back happy, and that's enough for me."
Damn, I've not been watching how much time I spend away in Milliways, Sallie notices with a frown. She nods, though, and waits for the end of Peter's thought.
"But...try to keep an eye on the newer folk around here, alright?" Trying to play it off as something more minor than it is, "Don't want them thinkin' you went crazy like Old Lady Gaetano."
This gets a rubber band snapped with precision aim in Peter's direction - Sallie doesn't appreciate the joke.
The project turns into a pie, some two hours later.
Sallie will leave it for Charlie.
Ringing the doorbell at the main house of the Reynolds Ranch is always just the tiniest bit unusual. Sallie was packing some clothing into a satchel to take back to Milliways with her (she always feels better to do her own laundry at home) and when she hears the noise and convinces herself that burglars do not ring doorbells, she goes to answer it.
The man at the door is...dashing. Dressed well, dark blue suit. Too nice for Jefferson District.
"Hello, Sallie."
"Beau?"