Hippolyta Hollister

Ah, but we don't have dimes and nickels here. We have pence.

Hey, Norman?

I'm sorry.

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Well, then, pence-marks. Most people, for some reason or another, don't seem to buy the 'I was attacked by a giant octopus' defense. (I think it may have something to do with there being little faces on the so-called 'sucker-marks.')

And consider it under water under the bridge, my dear. Please. I've already forgotten the whole mess. (This has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a stone's throw away from sixty. Shush.)

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Cool. I was worried you wouldn't accept my apology, too.

I realized that, yeah, shit happens, and foisting the blame on you was unnecessary and stupid and yeah. For what it's worth? I was more upset about what Dez was going through more than anything else.

I'm weird that way.

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It's alright. It really is. It was an unpleasant time, and we were all upset, about one thing or another. There was no permanent harm done, and that's what matters.

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Kick ass.

Hey, to make up for it, next time you swing by the pub, drinks are on me.

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Hey, where's that pub of yours again? I have yet to actually go.

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*Sends Donna the PINpoint coordinates. (http://community.livejournal.com/h_d_hollisters)*

Swing on by when you get a chance, babe.

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Will do.

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...oh, Jesus, Donna, I just saw your journal.

What the hell happened, and are you okay?

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Izzy went into hospital...a few days ago? Not sure. Doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong, she was just getting worse, and then the next thing, she's died. We're in town because John's father just died, so...a couple of funerals this month.

I'm...getting drunk.

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I don't blame ya.

I'm so sorry, sweetie. You need anything, gimme a buzz, okay?

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Could use an hour away from my fucking mother-in-law. Might stop by your pub, yeah?

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Oi, gods. Yes, I'll help you hide for a bit.

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Okay, I'm gonna go tell Sam and Nara to watch the rest of them for a while, and I'll be right there.

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Just the pub sucking up your free time, huh?

*twinge of guilt!*

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Oh, pshaw, tush and nonsense. I'm gonna keep telling you 'til it sinks in, Ramon.

You're my friend.

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You friend that has earth-shattering crises every other day.

...Okay, I'm not being entirely serious about this, but still. I need to figure out a way to help out some more. Pull my weight, as it were, to make up for all the grief and stress I undoubtably cause.

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Grief and stress, he says. C'mon. Don't make me give you a thwapping. I'll do it. With a spatula.

...Hey, there's an idea. You could learn how to cook. S'a handy skill, my friend. I'm still learning myself, in fact. Want I should get us some cookbooks?

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Cook? Erm...Well, that's always a thought. But you'd have to invest in recipes that you know you'd like since I...won't exactly be joining you in the meals. But si, making things for you would be a pleasure.

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I know that. :P

But not just cooking for me. You've got other friends who eat, uh, for lack of a better descriptor, 'normal' food. You can cook for them, too.

Just a thought.

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Never thought of that. It could very well just be a handy skill to know and have.

...You know, speaking of 'normal' food, what exactly am I supposed to do with this Muffin Imp that Anna gave me? It's not like I can eat what he makes. And he's a bit of a an pissy little thing. So while the thought is vastly appreciated and all...

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Oh, christ, I dunnow. Uh.

I suppose I could use it for the pub. But considering where the muffins COME from, ew, no.

...

*shifty eyes*

Let's give it to Severus. :D :D

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*shifty eyes as well*

...Si. Under the premise that we think he'd be interested in it being a magical little creature and all. We're being helpful and thoughtful.

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Exaaaaaaactly.

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"Yes, Hippolyta? Ah, you are not a small extinct creature any longer."

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Nope. But not for lack of trying.

Anyway. I think the wards on the flat need a bit of boosting. Can you maybe take a look at them for me?

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"Certainly. Have you been invaded by more hideous tentacle monsters? I may call Mr. Jones. I will wrestle with my beloved's icebox, but, and I mean no disrespect, our friendship has not yet hit that level."

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Heh. Nah. I was just under the impression the flat wasn't findable unless I invited somebody over deliberately.

...Smeg, the paparazzi already found it, didn't they? This has been going on for a while.

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"It isn't, normally. If you are being specifically tailed and followed, then even if they cannot find the place they will know where you are. I don't believe the front door is unplotable, as the muggles living here would be rather put out, just this particular flat.

...I thought Djehuty took care of that. Something about a medallion?"

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Yeah, that's taken care of. But this was something else.

See, I gave a gal my phone number, and she looked up my address and popped in on me uninvited. Which I don't think she should have been able to do. Unless I'm misunderstanding.

Which is a distinct possibility.

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