<blockquote><div><cite>bubble_dragon wrote:</cite>"You're kidding, right?" The red fox giggled. "You know I'm always up for a lupine happy meal... You are feeling happy?"</div></blockquote><br/>"All sorts of happy. Post gig high, and a couple I won't go into." He grinned.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>She suddenly snapped her fingers,and started rooting through her shoulder bag. "Darn! My condiment belt is back at my place. All I've got is a a regular reform potion, a bottle of A1 sauce and some ketchup. I mean yes that works... but it's so plebian, cliched even. I might as well have a big label on the bottle saying 'Acme'!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>He smiled and flopped onto the sofa next to her. "Chill. I bought some of that Hoisin sauce you used on me last time, just in case." He yawned and tossed off his leather jacket, revealing he was still swearing the same sweat-soaked shirt from the gig. "I would change, but I suspect I'll be taking this off soon anyway."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>She sighed and slumped on his sofa. "Actually, I wouldn't say no to a few fingers of flavored ethanol first. Trying to match up goods inwards with stock on hand and getting my invoices to match up with the reciepts has quite possibly caused my brain to melt."</div></blockquote><br/>He nodded, heading off into the kitchen. "Never been good with numbers myself. Always better at languages." He came back into the room, setting down a shot glass and some whiskey. "I don't drink, I keep this for guests. So, enjoy."