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She was just as pretty as the guys. Ezra would not hear any words to the contrary.

He would also not linger on that photo for too long.

And you got them for free, to boot. Congratulations, darling.

That was the the least questionable of the pics she'd taken of herself. There were definitely pics that she would have guilty to send along, even the ones that nominally involved pants.

I will never be in this good shape with no effort ever again. Woe.

No but seriously. She could pour shots between her abs, holy shit.

Also, hey, do you have plans for Halloween?

I never have Halloween plans this early on.

Since he'd stopped working at Purgatory, he'd usually just collected party invites and decided on the day which ones sounded the most appealing, honestly.

Why?

Dante and I were talking about having all of us hang out sometime? And Halloween is at the end of this month and I thought it might be cool if we hung out one Halloween WITHOUT me waking up on your roof or something.

Here, or...?

Well, he had to assume they knew his stance on LC hadn't changed much. Not as far as they were aware of, anyway.

If you don't mind hosting? Kathy asked. I don't want to go to the island for Halloween. Though I guess we could always visit somewhere new to all of us? But I was thinking cheesy monster movie night?

Well, we have a decent living room for that.

He was even currently lazing on the couch in it, so he snapped a pic of it, complete with his feet up on the coffee table, and sent it. As if she didn't know what the living room looked like. But, hey she also got a look at the shapely lower halves of his current legs!

There was also a battered copy of ~~meta for~~ Breakfast at Tiffany's just barely visible on the edge of the table, if she zoomed in on it.

I did think of that, Kathy said. And I would bring treats....

You know, in case he needed further enticement.

I see that book by the way.

Ezra did the sensible thing.

Which was to carelessly kick the book on to the floor, then send her a photo that was almost identical to the last one. Except:

There's no book.

She still had the original, Ezra. Which she was sending back with the book circled.

Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiar. <3

I think something's wrong with my phone distorting pics. Maybe I should go get it fixed.

Such a brat, Kathy chided. One day I'm going to catch you reading and it will be awesome.

Dream on, darling.

He was good at hiding it. And when he wasn't, he was excellent at acting like anyone suggesting he'd been reading was just being dumb.

Good to have goals? Kathy suggested.

Besides, Kathy had a lovely image of them curled up and reading together and she wasn't about to give that up cause he was stubborn.

Always. But maybe some attainable ones, too.

There were some things that were just his, and for a reason. She was in for a long wait.

So, Halloween, huh?

Fair; he deserved to have things that were just for him as well.

If you don't mind spending it with the two of us, watching dumb movies and throwing popcorn at the screen?

Though if Ez would rather spend the evening at a bunch of parties with people dressed up as sexy versions of whatever, Kathy could hardly blame him.

Like I said before, I haven't made competing plans yet. And that sounds like a fine one.

Which didn't mean he definitely would not back out of it later, but it was a start.

You're cleaning up your own popcorn, though.

Kathy was mostly hoping that Halloween being on a Thursday this year might cut down on a few of the likely invites he'd get - which didn't mean he wouldn't just bow out anyway, of course.

Fair. Hey do you like flavored popcorn? I'm thinking about experimenting with different seasoning.

For fun. Like a nerd.

At least this particular nerdery had a chance of benefitting Ezra, so he would allow it.

As long a they're flavors that make sense on popcorn.

What types of flavors don't make sense?

She had a mix of sweet, savory, and even a few spicy flavors she wanted to try out.

Please don't turn into as big a food-baby as Dante, Ez. I'm counting on you to help me explain how wrong he is.

I could NEVER, my hotteok. Perish the thought; my palate is open.

There were so many good dirty jokes going to waste about liking a wide variety of tastes.

I have so many jokes I can't make right now IT IS A CRIME.

Look, she was going to be open about that, okay. It's not like he didn't already know.

Ezra couldn't make the jokes, but he could still snort at that message.

Save them for a rainy day. Good jokes never go stale.

Bold of you to assume they're good.

She knew her sense of humor. It usually veered from the esoteric to the bizarre, and was heavily based on puns.

Fortunately, the guys all seemed to appreciate puns, at least.

I appreciate all your jokes, dumpling.

To some degree.

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