TF-verse, Florida: Jeimu and Jav's house.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

She looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.

"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"

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[go-endeavour.livejournal.com]

"She's trying to bury the hatchet, dear." Dev picks something out of her engine bell and examines it intently (it's a nice piece of driftwood), not really looking at either of them. "Start talking about something nice."