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I have returned. As has Nico. Safe and sound and not a scratch, which is more than I can say for my poor Broomstick. Anyone at the mansion want to see to it for me?

We also picked up a hitch hiker along the way, sort of. Marie-Ange is back, and she'll be in my spare room for the duration until we work out various Stuff.

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It has been an awkward sort of week. I should have possibly anticipated it. It began awkwardly. Zipties are never inawkward.

I contemplated a response to this, but I am a Gentleman.


Regarding the (yes, I have yet to tire of female) date, I gathered she is in the habit of engaging in a decadent luncheon should her Valentine's Day fail to coincide with a relationship. I, being the friendly sort, engaged her in conversation. As so often happens when bored, unattached adults are surrounded by this most saccharine of holidays, we moved to a less offensively heart-infested locale. Which was in itself pleasant enough, but did allow me a front-row seat when her longtime admirer made a surprise call. It seemed he had decided today was The Day. Unfortunately, he failed to inform her.

It put me to mind of a classic sitcom misunderstanding, but with significantly more shouting and commercially packaged projectiles.

It turned out right enough; once all attempts at battery desisted I took him out for a bit of drowning the sorrows. He was quite a pleasant bloke, as it turns out. I helped him pick out the apology bouquet.

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It was unfortunately not that sort of zip-tying.

You had a unscheduled date with a woman you had only just met, her former boyfriend tried to give her chocolates, she refused, it became a throwing match and you ... took him for a pint?

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Why not? Just because one personally does not engage in grand romantic gestures does not mean one cannot respect the sentiment. This particular individual had until then only loved her from afar, which as an experience I have been told is quite trying. Taking this unfortunate for a drink did much to alleviate the lingering sensation of being the cliched romantic rival in an uninspired date movie.

Besides, I suspect the feeling was reciprocated -- she did turn quite red when she saw who was at the door. Or perhaps that was because said door was being answered by a stranger in a towel. I am never quite certain of the subtleties.

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OH! You were at her apartment! I had entirely misunderstood and thought you were out at a restaurant!

I am... not personally fond of 'loved from afar' but it is possible I am biased. My last encounter with that sort led to that odd encounter where some of my precognitive visions were walking about the mansion.

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Come now; I am shameless, but even I draw the line at public indecency. Or so I shall claim under oath.

Ah, yes. I do have some memory of that incident. However, insofar as I could tell the lack of relationship was in direct proportion to his lack of initiative. It was only his bad luck he decided to take it a few hours after I.