Date: 2014-12-31 02:50 am (UTC)
routemistress: (facepalms)
Oh, the bunny's an alien, right enough. Don't tell anyone, though, that's meant to be a secret.

[That may be a tale. Probably.]

Santa bumped into me. Rear-ended my bus in the Vortex, the daft old sod. So we got talking while I were towing the sleigh, like, and that's when I come up with the upgrade idea.

That part's a secret too, by the by. There's a few galactic powers'd be down on me like a ton of CIA operatives if they found that out. Oh, but we fixed that sleigh up lovely!

[This part of the story comes with unalloyed pleasure; but on its heels, Iris sobers up a little, and her eyes remain fixed on Cain's collarbone.]

Well, of course we 'ad to drink to it, didn't we? To celebrate! And really, nothing 'appened - to speak of.

Well, not much 'appened. Married man and all. It were really very innocent.

[It probably wasn't.]
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