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"It's something we've come to a mutual sort of agreement on. She's actually doing something more with her degree than just switching majors every other semester." She smirked, giving his arm a light pat as they walked up to the security gate surrounding the perimeter of her building's courtyard. She keyed the code in before nudging it open, gesturing for him to go on ahead of her before she followed suit.

"So do you have a column or do you take pictures? Or is a little bit of both? Does this mean you're going to hook me up with whatever incredible bath products they send you that you don't use?"

Abby laughed, shaking her head as she tugged her keys out of her sweater pocket, letting herself into the building so she could pause to check her mail while gesturing for him to hit the call button on the elevator. "I'm the one who's going to switch majors until accidentally graduating with something. Last I'd asked, she was actually making progress after her last switch."

She tugged her mail out, thumbing through the envelopes. Two were torn in half before they were tossed into the nearby trash, leaving her with one that brought a smile to her lips. "Speaking of the devil... Letter from her." She held it up, waving it around as she stepped up to the elevator. "Are you telling me that there haven't been things that someone has sent you that just aren't your thing?"

"Sometimes. Every now and then it's nice to get something tangible in the mail. She knows that I like to read." It was something they had always done while they were apart, ever since they'd started getting along with each other as children once their parents had remarried.

"Are you hungry? Or do you just want coffee?" She cast him a quick glance before stepping out of the elevator onto her floor, heading to the last apartment at the end of the hall.

The one bedroom apartment was modest, but modern. The door opened to a living room just the right size for a small sofa with a sectional ottoman that could either serve as an extension or an additional seat. A throw blanket had been tossed over the back of it, book left open to where she'd left it when she'd given into antsy anxiousness and made her way out for the evening.

Two stools were tucked in against the kitchen bar and the only other sign of a table was the one for coffee near the couch. Track lighting lit the kitchen as she flipped the switch, and a string of 'fairy lights' lit up the patio when she flicked another.

"Your coffee preferences haven't changed, have they?" She glanced over her shoulder as she drew two cups out of the cabinet before checking the water level in her Keurig. "If they have, speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Good to know some things haven't changed." She flashed him a grin, popping the french vanilla pod into the machine before setting the first mug beneath the spout. While the first pot brewed she'd get the non-dairy creamer out of the fridge and the bottle of Baileys out of the cupboard.

"Feel free to make yourself comfortable, Lys. Mi casa es su casa? That's how that goes, right?"

"Why would anyone want to do that?" Her nose wrinkled as she slid the first mug out from the Keurig, replacing the pod while shuffling in the second mug. A quick glance was cast over her shoulder towards him before she went back to doctoring the coffee.

"I mean... I guess it makes sense, and all. They've got to come from somewhere. Chaos infects senshi, it'd make sense that it could infect other things too... s**t. Wait. Are you telling me that all of them are...?" Her eyes went wide and she almost overfilled the cup with the creamer, leaning down to skim a sip from the top in order to add a little Baileys. "You're shitting me."

"********, Lys..." The look on her face was more than disappointed, brow furrowed and lips pressed together as she held the cup of coffee out to him. "Don't tell me that the knight you punched is one of the bad guys you've snogged." The look on his face said that she'd hit the nail directly on the nose and that what she'd just said hadn't been funny at all.

"Lys-- Lysander. It's a good thing if he's switched sides, isn't it?"

"Wait... Lys, love-- hold on a minute." Her brow furrowed further as he continued to talk. She followed him over to the sofa, taking a perch on the arm of it so she could keep her eyes on him. "I-- I'm going to need you to rewind that whole soap opera that just came out of your mouth and start from the beginning. I promise I was following around, but somewhere in the middle I think you said a whole lot of.... Headache. That's what that was, right? A headache? Because I think I just heard what a headache sounds like."