Honolulu Heights, Friday

[chosehumanity]

So several people had been promised a housewarming party - and George had managed to convince Mitchell not to invite everyone in the whole neighbourhood, so chances were it might not even end in disaster - which would double as a 'welcome back, Annie!' party.

That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)

And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.

But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.

[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]

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Re: Living Room

[chosehumanity]

"No," George said. He was still staring at his tea, but then, as if he'd found something in it, he nodded. "No, I know... exactly how you feel. This... thing is a disease. It shouldn't have a place in this world."

Though he was doing a bit better at the acceptance bit these days, but... still.

"But that's... all I know. Only on the full moon. Every other day of the month, everything is... normal. If that's what you want to call it."

Re: Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"As close as it's ever going to get for me, anyhow," Jack said. Which ... wasn't all that bad, most days. "Thank you."