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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[imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com]

Aeryn raised an eyebrow. "Are you offering me a place to stay? Why?"

[doubleohblonde]

"Mainly because I have the room and you seem like you need it." And she was a dead ringer for his former landlord not that his player had remembered why it was called the House of Ill Repute in the first place, and Vala would probably find a way to argue he owed her years of backrent if she ever found out he didn't offer. "I could also direct you to the hotel or the flats if you'd prefer."

[imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com]

Aeryn also hadn't brought anything in the way of money with her- these things happened when you thought you'd be home in an arn- so the last two options wouldn't help her much.

"This should do for now," she decided. "I hope it won't be needed for that long."

[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.