"Two shepherds of Lethe, far from their usual pasture," he quips, knocking the rim of his glass against hers. "Us against a pocket universe." He shakes his head, then takes a slightly larger swallow of wine. He'd abandoned the urge to write up reports on it all rather quickly--who would they be for, in this place?--but every so often he can't help thinking about the look on Sandow's face if he ever got a whiff of any of this.
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Date: 2019-11-16 07:40 pm (UTC)"What do you want to do for dinner?"