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Hey, I'm down in Nonah for a thing. Mind if I swing by?

Edited (that icon looked too somber) 2017-06-19 00:34 (UTC)

you're always welcome here, babe.

[He knows that, in his heart. But it's been weeks since the whole mess with the dream, and he still hasn't talked to Sarissa, and everything feels strange.]

Okay. I'll be there in half an hour.

[It's a bit of a trip from the office where George was dropping off an autopsy report out to the sisters' home in the woods. He makes himself take the bus as far as it goes, and walks the rest of the way. By the time he knocks on the door, he's flushed from heat and has his sleeves bunched up.]

[ When Sarah answers the door, her hair is wet from the shower, and she wraps her arms around George and kisses his neck in greeting. ]

Gross. You're sweaty.

Just makes me look more buff and manly.

[He gives a joking grin, and pulls her in tight, one hand coming up to tangle in her wet hair. But just then, he picks up on a noise coming from around back, and turns them both to hear better.

Snort. Snort. Oink.]

Are those the pigs you've been telling me about?

[His voice is dramatic, but he's secretly delighted - the last pig he met was being used for science.]

Oh... yeah.

[ Sarah: still not sure about the pigs yet, though they're growing on her. It doesn't hurt that they're adorable, even Rosalind, who's pretty massive and enjoys crashing into the house whenever she has an opportunity, almost always followed by several of her offspring. ]

Do you wanna see 'em?

Ch-yeah!

[He grins at her, purposely dorky for the sake of eliciting further smiles.]

Is, um... is Sarissa here?

I think so? Unless she went out and didn't say anything. It's possible.

[ She leads George around the back of the house, where Rosalind and her piglets are snorting around inside their pasture. ]

[Fortunately for them both, George sees the pigs before he can show any further anxiety about Sarissa's presence. His face lights up.]

Oh man, they god so big already! Do they all have names?

Oh, um, yeah.

[ She hesitates, because this is slightly embarrassing. Both the fact that the piglets have names and the fact that she knows which name goes with which pig. ]

The mum's Rosalind, and that's Emilie, Mary, Barbara, Dororthy... Sid Vicious... Caroline, Henry Rollins... Lise... annnd Joe Strummer.

[ Meanwhile, the piglets are storming them, looking for treats. ]

[George beams, leaning over the fence with an expression usually reserved for newborn human babies.]

I can totally tell which ones you named.

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