Outside the House of Ill-Repute, Saturday Morning

[doubleohblonde]

The thing about living right next to J,GoB was that if one was sufficiently charming to the staff, they could be prevailed upon to deliver pastries still warm from the oven directly to your door, and Bond had more than enough motivation to be charming when fresh pastries were involved.

That, as well as the sunny but still cool weather, was how Bond came to be sitting and people-watching on his front door step with a mug of coffee and a bag of assorted Danishes by his side.

[Expecting one, but open.]

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[doubleohblonde]

Bond nodded. "The offers open for as long as you need," he said.

"My room's up the stairs and to the left." It was the one that actually looked vaguely like someone lived there. "The rest a all free."

[imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com]

"Right," she said, and almost reluctantly, since she was probably going to expect a catch for a while, said, "Thank you."

[doubleohblonde]

Bond wasn't a fan of those kind of catches. "You're welcome," he said instead. "In all senses of the phrase."

Okay, so maybe putting up with Bond's tendency towards smartarse wordplay might have counted as a catch.