Windy gave a one hand on hip, other hip jutted out at the remark. "Oi!" That was the only part decidedly British. Her lilt gone again from the 'sucker punch', she quipped, "I'll hae ye gnu laddie-buck, I hae me awful moments!" There was a little twinkle in her eyes as she said, "All tha' talk o' being a playboy must be a load, then... Bet my pa's kilt onnit, I was th' bettin' sort." Windy knew she was bi, and catching the flirt and throwing a zinger back in a flirty way was her way of showing her interest. She thanked Alfred as she grabbed her backpack and got in the car.<br/><br/>"Alreedy ahead o' ye on that, Bruce... I left dear Alfred a note on the made bed... But did leave my nightgown on th' floor at the side so he'd come in an get the note." Windy smiled with a nod back, when Bruce mentioned what was on the agenda for Alfred and him in the afternoon.<br/><br/>The note was simple, almost as if written by a girl telling Santa her Christmas list:<br/><br/><i>Rest of clothes<br/>
Stuffed life sized Bassett<br/>
The two 'Cat at Play' ceramic bookends, and books betwixt them.<br/>
Picture of me &amp; Chrissy at my junior prom. On nightstand.<br/>
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Shouldn't need for anything else.<br/>
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Thanks</i><br/><br/>Windy hummed to the music but caught everything Bruce said. As soon as they were stopped in the garage, she got out. She nodded politely to Lucius, who then got her famous eyeroll in regards to her beauty and his wife. Staying professional, yet friendly, Windy said, "Aye. Change in my backpack. An' I dinnae think ye hae anythin' t' fit right... Besides, what would yer wife say aboot loaning yer clothes to a girl?"<br/><br/>She followed after sighing, "Steel lik t' meet a few colleagues before getting changed since it's early enow. If anyone else is here."