[It changed nothing, but she was honest in her turn. The shields that had suddenly flown back into position at the hint of her knowingly withholding information from him relaxed slightly. Maybe, perhaps, there was a chance.
That didn't lessen the chances of him delivering payment should he hurt her, but he understood it a little better.
He sighed heavily and leaned back, again wishing for that cigarette. It wasn't Gitane worthy, but he wanted that smoke and the distraction.]
Make Macarons. If you want gumbo, leave that to Gambit.
...just. No more secrets like that. No more big, important secrets--for either of us.
[Action, July 27]
[It changed nothing, but she was honest in her turn. The shields that had suddenly flown back into position at the hint of her knowingly withholding information from him relaxed slightly. Maybe, perhaps, there was a chance.
That didn't lessen the chances of him delivering payment should he hurt her, but he understood it a little better.
He sighed heavily and leaned back, again wishing for that cigarette. It wasn't Gitane worthy, but he wanted that smoke and the distraction.]
Make Macarons. If you want gumbo, leave that to Gambit.
...just. No more secrets like that. No more big, important secrets--for either of us.