As soon as Ali could get away from the festivities in Boston, she Pinpointed to her home in Betäuben. She double-checked everything in the room, laying and lighting a fire, taking the paper from the windows and the sign from the door, then called Jas. She didn't linger on the phone long, simply saying "Come home if you want your presents, love,"
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Some men might have hesitated at the slightly open door: not this one. He stalks straight in, flinging the door wide -
- and stops, arrested in mid-stride by the sight of the harpsichord. His eyes widen, slightly, eyebrows hiking in surprise as he turns, taking in the room as a whole. The room is the gift, and what a gift! It has everything that he could have wanted in it, all of fine, nay luxurious quality - and, of course, a triumphant-looking Ali sat in it, watching him*
You...
*He seems lost for words for a moment, running his hand over the harpsichord, and his voice is edged with wonder, a very rare thing for him*
...my dear Ali, you have outdone
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"Thank you. It's the least you deserve, my love."
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It is... *he turns a genuine smile on her, a smile that not only shows his teeth but reaches the usually cold colour of his eyes*
...wonderful. Thankyou.
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After a pause, she adds, "Is this an okay reason to not entirely keep my promise?"
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