"Not on my phone..."  Sveta replied when asked if Vincent had left any messages.  "...but he might have called the house and left a message there.  So far so good, though."  She put in the number for the house, letting it ring before having the machine pick up.  "Come on, come on..."  It was so, so rare that she got to actually make dinner for him and spend an evening with him and sit on the couch and watch movies and...okay, she needed to stop there, otherwise it was going to be written all over her face what she was thinking about.<br/><br/>"Ruby still trying to get into your alcohol, I see."  Yang had turned twenty-one not all that long ago, and it would be Sveta's turn in a few months, herself.  She pressed a few more keys on the phone, finally getting to the new messages...<br/><br/>...and sure enough, there was one from her brother.<br/><br/>"Hey, Sis...sorry to call you, you must be out or over at Yang's or something.  One of the techs got some bad food from the commissary, so they had to send him home.  I'll be home, but later than I thought."<br/><br/>Yang would be able to watch Sveta<em>deflate</em>as she heard it.