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[fairweather]

You have some nerve throwing me out among the masses without giving me time to prepare. A lady must always look her best. My hair is utterly dreadful, you haven't even given me time to get the grey out.

[Sigh.] But it would be good to see my grandnephew. He looks just like his father. Such a shame.

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[consultmybooks]

[...

...oh, dear.]

I, um...I don't actually consider that a compliment, Lavinia.

[fairweather]

I know. You were so young and handsome in your youth. Not that you aren't handsome now, dear, you have such a strong face and features, but... [she smiles sadly and reaches out to pinch a cheek.] wrinkles. Though I hear older men are becoming quite popular among younger women.

Playing him straight canon here, if that's okay?

[consultmybooks]

[Giles very noticeably frowns at this, leaning away and trying to avoid her grip.]

I-I, um...I wouldn't know. [He'd been much younger when he'd been with Jenny, in more ways tan one. But he's old now, and he doesn't exactly like being reminded of that fact. Even if it's a miracle, all things considered, that he lived as long as he did.]

Yep!

[fairweather]

[Silly grandnephew, still playing hard to get. Lavinia laughs, but lets him get away.]

You should. Your looks and your accent, women will be all over you. Or men if that's what you prefer now.

[consultmybooks]

It, i-it doesn't matter.

[Not least of which because he prefers both.]

...I was, um, far too busy for, um, relationships of that sort. Even when I was alive.

[fairweather]

Just like your father and my sister. Noses in books all the time. [She tuts quietly.] I do wish things turned out differently.

[cleavagy]

Maybe you will sooner than you think. [Assuming Angel's moronic plan doesn't go up in flames. Yep... ever since he decided to act like a complete tool to her she's decided that she's back on team 'LEAVE-GILES-TO-REST-ALREADY!-JEEZ']

[fairweather]

That would be nice. The world needs him.

[cleavagy]

Yeah, as long as he ain't a walkin', talkin' corpse that's hungry for brains.

[fairweather]

Oh goodness, I hope you two won't do that. Show him some care.

[cleavagy]

Yo, There are no issues on my end.

[fairweather]

Wonderful. Then carry on, bring him back, don't mind if he seems a little grumpy about it. He's much like his father and grandmother, very puritanical when it comes to magic.

[sophronia]

I couldn't agree more with you, sister. [A beat.] Do you really think that Angel and his busty sidekick will be able to resurrect our precious nephew without any tragic or life ending consequences? [Color her curious. Yes, they both told Angel and Faith different things, but she doesn't quite know what her sister thinks and now she's interested to hear her opinion on the matter.]

*SQUEE*

[fairweather]

I really don't know. [She hums lightly to herself.] But there is always tragedy and consequences tied up in magic. They just need to find a solution with less... dire results.

Consider Soph an impulse muse. :3

[sophronia]

There's a more likely you chance of you and I having joint ownership of the throne than that happening.

That was the exact case with Lavinia here. :3

[fairweather]

Magic is such a tricky thing. [She may endorse the revival of their nephew, but Lavinia is not blind to the danger it poses.] Goodbye renewal spells, hello hair dye...

There needs to be more ANF muses. *sigh*

[sophronia]

Perhaps we should focus on you for a little while to ease our thoughts of dear Rupert. [Annnnnnd Soph's just going to raise an eyebrow.] I'm fairly certain I'm seeing a few strands of grey.

Agreed!

[fairweather]

[Lavinia makes a sound between a whine and a humph as she pulls her hair forward.] Utterly dreadful, isn't it. It's so hard finding this shade too.

[thesulahs]

[Mentioning Giles is enough to make Angel's brow knit together tighter than a baby's bonnet.]

I can bring him back. I'm going bring it back.

[fairweather]

[She smiles lightly, almost patronizingly.]

Of course, dear, I know you will, but do make sure he comes back in one state. I'm afraid a zombie Rupert doesn't have the same appeal.

[secondslayer]

So...my mun tells me that apparently you and your dumbass sister let my house get trashed and robbed. Is that true? [Of course it's true, but she still wants to hear Lavinia say it out loud before she completely flips out.]

[fairweather]

[Oh. Yes. Well. There is a moment when Lavinia's normal composure and haughtiness fades] Let? Oh no, that implies we stood by and did nothing and allowed it to happen.

[secondslayer]

[Pfft. Don't try and put a typical British-spin on things.]

Right, so you expect me to believe that you actually tried to stop whoever decided to throw a raiding party at my house? [tut, tut.]

[fairweather]

No, of course not. Think about my nails and my outfit. The theft already occurred by the time Sophie and I returned. Magic, tricky thing.

[secondslayer]

You had one job. Take care of the house. How the hell could you screw that up?