On future plans. Your life, James. Your life.

[lastrat]

Not only are you planning - giddily, I might add - to kill me, but to add insult to insanity, you want to put me under the charge of a teenager.

And I haven't forgiven Vesper, no matter what this-- [Hmph no he refuses to call it a flood] --event has me saying.

The least you could do is let me into the pub.

Comments

[vesper_lynd]

[She was that. And the way she tripped up that person on the stairs was well appreciated]

mm. Good thing you're you then isn't it? [with the unspoken implication that she's glad he's not dead]

[lastrat]

Mm. [That gets an appraising look, and the tiniest of nods.] And good thing you're you.

[Likewise.]