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Miss Cordelia, I'm sorry to bother you, but the woman that hurt my dad is getting out of jail soon, and I was wondering if we could up my abilities practice to keep me distracted?

I just really want to do something terrible to her and I know I shouldn't because it'd disappoint a lot of people, so if I had something else to focus on, I should be okay.

Plus, you're awesome and I love being around you. You're like the cool aunt that tries to simultaneously spoil a kid but also keep them disciplined.

I do try. Of course we can do that. Is there anything in particular you'd like to focus on?

my psychic eavesdropping. i still get headaches and nosebleeds.

Then, for the time being we'll focus on that. I have some telepathic exercises, both simple and advanced, we can work on.

Thank you, Miss Cordelia. I appreciate it.

and you're right, by the way. she's no lady. i think what i said to her was too much, but that's about as low as i'm going to stoop.

She reminds me too much of my own mother, unfortunately.

Your mom'd poison someone over insignificant slights?

When this whole mess is over, alcohol and movies with shirtless men at my house.

i dont put much stock in it, but the last few times ellie feynman's father put up that ludicrous board of his, our names been in close proximity.

so if you aint opposed, miss goode, i wondered if sometime you might allow me to buy you a drink at the saloon whenever youve got yourself a free night.

I can't say that I would be opposed, I'd love to go out for a drink. It'd certainly be a break from grading papers. When are you free?

any time you are. dogs at home can watch the little one for me, them or the boss if angel craves a little companionship. give me a whole evening to enjoy your company.

How does Wednesday sound to you?

Has Angel decided on a Halloween costume, by the way?

that sounds just perfect. shall i call on you? or would you rather meet up at the saloon?

she aint decided on a costume that i know of. expressed an interest, though, which is good. bless her sweet soul, shes too durn grown up for a little bit her age.

You can call on me, sure.

That she is. Perhaps it would help if one of the other children went with her to the holiday shop?

[Just after they speak on the network, a single black rose appears in Cordelia's home in an obvious location, tied with a length of red ribbon. There's a card, but no message--just a sigil that she probably won't recognize now...but will from now on.

And the coffin part is kind of a big clue as to who the 'secret admirer' is.]

I hope I'm not being too forward, but I'd like you to stay at my place for a while.

Because of those prophecies?

You caught me. Yes, it's because of the prophecies. And I got every reason to believe that's precisely what they are.

Then I suppose I ought to stay over then.

Thank you. If you hadn't said yes, I'm fair certain I would have embarrassed myself by doing something unequivocally male and flat out offensive in the name of ensuring your safety. I owe you my dignity.

Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?

No, ma'am. Then you might figure out what a sorry son of a bitch I am and go look for someone more respectable and such.

I don't see that happening.

Good to know.

[Just a shot of the latest stack of weird goodies from his personal pain in the ass. He doesn't turn the TC towards him, just speaks over the view of packages.]

Know anyone that needs a sixteen foot goddamn inflatable flamingo? Or, possibly, the spleen of a jackass with the initials H.F.?

Perhaps Angel would like it?

Is that a tamagotchi?

Oh, she got mail of her own--and the only reason he keeps that damn spleen thus far's on account of how she's lit up at some of the trinkets he's sent her way.

[A beat.]

Like the six foot inflatable unicorn...thing she just got.

[He zooms in on the item she asked about, making a noncomittal sound.]

Think so? I ain't even sure what a tamago...what you said, is.

Perhaps he's trying to push you into having more fun? The game would suggest that.

It's a sort of digital pet.

[He flips the camera to his face finally, which is set in a scowl.]

I have plenty of fun.

[Is he lying? Yes. Is this known? Hell Yes.]

Really?

[Just this face, Cordelia.]

We could play that game with Angel, you know.

...hadn't considered that. Think she'd enjoy it?

I think so. If not, she'd probably enjoy the ridiculously tall inflatable.

Well...reckon she might get a giggle if I stood it outside the front of the house for a spell. Maybe keep it out back after.

Definitely keepin' the pancake molds. That I knew she'd like flat out.

[See? He has a sense of whimsy. Exactly one whimsy. Well...maybe half a whimsy. Are you proud of him, Cordy?]

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